We only suffer from
Everything and from everyone
Around us
For a million of reasons
That we either know or
We greatly ignore...
We don't see any hopes ahead
Simply because everything goes wrong
Around us...
We only see gloomy days that
Bother us...
We don't give up, but
We feel that great surrender to
Our reality anytime...
To be means to give up
In this gloomy world anytime...
Our hopes drown deeply
Simply because we are not
Feeling good at all...
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