Cruelness of nature
How they explained
You have to be ready
You can always be tested
They wanted to hear
Not what you loved
But what you suffered
Not a remedy they bear
Love meant nothing
They pushed us
To extract the pain
To serve it back to us
Time loses meaning
We ride our bikes
To the same house
We seal ourselves
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