I got nothing to fear about,
I was falling in scare,
My mind was empty,
My soul was soar,
My heart was beating,
But no life to beat for,
I fell into frustration,
What a viscous feeling,
There is no intimation,
In this kind of appealing,
My blood is in red,
But my veins appear in blue,
Is this my life I'm wearing?
Is this life true?
Or just a lie from a genie,
Believes I am his foe,
I just need someone to make my life worthy.
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