A joyless face, a gloomy heart
A body without soul, a look without bright, it's me.
A misery, a tree without roots
A sea without fish, a night without stars, it's me.
An unstoppable pain, an incurable wound
A body in flames, It's me.
A miserable hope, a heart filled with anger and fear, a house filled with loneliness, it's me.
It's me in between the doubt and passion
Thank you
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