Look at my face
And feel what it says.
I want you to know
That I miss our days.
What is success,
If at the end,we all will have death?
Living in this mess,
I now can resist on stress.
Maybe,you'll know what I now feel,
It is not easy to be real.
You fight with yourself and feel lost,
And this will go on,till you find your coast.
Remember,nobody cares who you are,
Nobody cares what you do.
Even if you shine like a star,
People'll think you are not true.
Mess
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