The desireless soul of hopeless man
Does it pain?
Don't ask me?
What did it feel to be hasted?
How does it hurt to be isolated?
The sorrow burns the heart, dear
Pain kills the life alive
If it feels to you
You will be me and I will be you.
The words are less to deliver
The tears have no power to swipe
I have tried often, dear
But it hurts always just hurts
Never goes away rather comes near.
I am mess never arranged
I am thirst never filled
I am dust never blown
I am just the life in lifeless
I am the mystery never tried unfolded.
And I will. Please don't stop me.
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