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Sep 2021
Time remains to change everything
From hope to despair, to nothing at all
We end up rocking our wooden chair
In a noisy quiet strange neighborhood
Let alone others, I don't see my reflection
Wasn't death enough of a good end
Now , we have to deal with an eternal life
Wish l were a rock , lifeless without guilt
Or an ant squished under some boot
I don't need the devil to misguide myself
The angels don't understand my nature
But worse of all, I am afraid of myself
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