My state is prostration,
I broken few parts,
I part of the nation
Which all ruined hearts.
I surge in hysterics,
Want only dissolve.
Around one critics
No making resolve.
Whom I am kidding
Just I need you.
The time is slowly,
Nothing has changed.
The aches my body,
My rest is deranged.
I did not deceiving
You really just don't need.
09/03/2012
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