I walk on the street with my heavy heart
I wet my eye by tears, to let my people see it shine
I make my lips wider to let them think it was a smile
I become a thief just to fed my pet
Then I cut my hand form my self's blame
I stand under the rain for days
I thought that it could really wash my dirt
I knocked myself down to rest, but still see a nightmare
I climbed to the summit of a mountain, and I fall down
I live between illusion and reality
I'm still walking on the street with my heavy heart
But my deep pain inspired me to draw it in words
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