It felt more dead to me last time,

For I remembered the days I’d come back,

With my hopes crushed as I went to sleep,

With eyes I wish would cry, to express,

Something more, other than a blank face.

I felt myself being torn away like paper,

My soul obliterated; it took months,

For me to repair that situation,

I knew if it continued, I’d’ve been far gone.

But this time, now that I’ve learnt the,

Golden rule of perseverance through,

These hardships, it still feels like, soon,

I’ll die and it doesn’t even bother me.

These melodies, again, you forsake me,

I need to breathe again, I’m suffocating,

No more worry, a few more blue days,



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