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Nov 8
Sick world,
Devoid of etiquettes.

What must have I done to be born unto this hell?

Like an empty glass, conscience escaped from a hollow vial.
Even the genie could not locate humanity's conscience.

Where did it go, if it ever existed?
The gunk you see in this world, makes you wish you could evaporate.

Where do people tired of this world go?
Where do people tired of hell go?

If I had a chance to be stillborn, why am I here?
Lucky were those who never got to open eyes to this hell.
What must have I done to be born unto this hell?
If I was nearly stillborn, why am I still here?
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