Champ Eugenio

Cycle Of A Test

Do not say a word, don't look at me
My eyes are teary, I am in pain
My heart is weary but I am sane.
Don't throw a mercy, I will be free.

I maybe weak, I may be broken
My knees are bended, my hands are clasped
I don't want my soul to be taken,
This ugly feeling, I have to drop.

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