Why should I even bother to try?
All I do is make the world cry.
I always attempt to give my all,
But in the end, I will always fall.
My love for the world, I do not hide,
But why do I bottle my feelings inside?
I cannot express or explain my thoughts,
So, in the end it is all for naught.
If I don't sit and really count the cost,
How will I know what I've really lost?
In the end we all finish the same,
Nobody can win, when it's a losing game.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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