There were no friends, the moment I needed them, the road was too long and darkness occupied my eyes, and the rain poured all over my body, as I walked alone through the forest and hills.
Some friends didn't stay around, while same pretended as they were helping me, while they were putting me beneath the burning woods, just to see my life turns into ashes.
All I got left is happiness remembrances, and scared to die alone while my life is on the fast lane and my equivalents are busy moving like snails, as I end up reaching beyond knowledge and fear to share such
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