Dear life
Dear sunshine
Dear full moon
Dear me
Awake before too late
But blade was too deep,
Thousands stabs was made
Upon heart, no art to console
Soothe many unfair words among friends
See me as a token but now alone
Desolated figure with none of my welcome
They are my forsaken.
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