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My life has been turned inside out
My scream is a soundless shout
Ever since babies are grown on trees
And diamonds breakable with ease.

Many say I am destiny's doom foot
Maybe the truth is on their tooth
Ever since lies became the truth
And the future is a history of the past.

May I ask you to be hurt
Multiple times that you can't count
Every and all spots should leave scars
… Aren't you scared now of the remarks?

Maybe the truth is bad after all
Most especially if it isn't big and tall
Emulate my self-destructive past
And return died living in the past.