No matter what you talk
No matter what you scream
Every body become deaf
I walk far behind them
I ate what they haven't taste
I experienced what they have never thought
I would turn into dust
I would disappear in the thin air
I would become a handicap
If.....
I force myself to become Miss Nice
I continue to become a great pretender
I don't stop myself to be involved
Then....
Let's cease the fire
and wave the white flag
because now, I really give up.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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