Beyond the horizon,
Existence replicates it's infinite destiny.
Through the endless time,
Thoughts profoundly reverting itself.
I can grasp the pain,
When it influxes through my vein.
You'll never know,
How much it hurts.
It seems like,
Living in a suppressed world without blossom.
Where nights transmute in an endless journy.
You'll never know.....
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