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Poorword Sep 2015
Even we tend to see
we untouched everything
Even we use to care
we always lost something

Even we choose to fight
we’ll only receive defeat
Even it’s all our might
Hopes are entomb with beat

Even we love someone
we prefer to hide affection
coz for them you’re no one
and this leads to sole rejection

— The End —