I want this hell to pass away,
Got fed up with living the same day.
I can no longer stay,
Things left only to delay.
I could never imagine it would be so,
But anything happens in this unfair Earth.
Life became too low,
There is even nobody to curse.
Where will we get after this is done?
I can't see hope in your eyes.
I don't anymore want to run,
Slowly,the world dies.
Pass away
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