The journey of tears is long,
And excruciating pain is enormous,
Unable to determine right from wrong,
And caught in cobweb of wrong decisions.
Lost the path on which to walk,
Crying for justice which I will never get,
Don't know with whom to talk,
All I do now is just to fret.
What can one do of foolish people?
Who are envious of you?
And who do their best to make you cripple,
Who always abuse and curse you,
All I want to say to monsters and beasts,
Kill me, kill me, kill me...
And after my death make feasts,
But before it please set me free....
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