Like a poor man im always humble,
Trying to escape this solitude thought,
The letters I write,
The whispers and utterings,
Do they mean anything,
For your pride has swallowed you,
Way before you swallowed it,
I said I love you,
Beyond a reasonable count,
Do you feel like I feel,
I bent my knees,
Yet your heart you harden,
The day will come
The sun shall rise again,
Yoi shall love and be hated,
Crying but noone to answer,
Karma, the thats how you treated me,
Being in my shoes you werent,
Yet still you never understood,
One day you will,
And that day shall come
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