Pain destroys me,
That I have to let it be.
Realization flee,
Like a jailbird begging for a plea.
But I have to bid my last goodbye,
Even if everyone will get hurt, so am I.
Because this mundane place always makes me blue,
I must say that, this is my last adieu.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
Pain destroys me,
That I have to let it be.
Realization flee,
Like a jailbird begging for a plea.
But I have to bid my last goodbye,
Even if everyone will get hurt, so am I.
Because this mundane place always makes me blue,
I must say that, this is my last adieu.
Happy no more.
Not enough.
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