I am the one, extremely naive
Smothered down in eternal grief
Living streams of endless sorrow
Longing for a better tomorrow
A new morning, a new day
It will never come to stay
See it, let me die and go
For no solidness will ever grow
Worthless, worthless, worthless
Crumbled down in loneliness
For my heart will not be found
In the darkness of my ill sound
November 13th,2013
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