I am meant to win,
But even winners lose.
That's not a sin,
But there is nothing to soothe.
Sometimes,we need the rest,
This time for me is now the best.
Slight pain through the blood,
All memories were cut.
I still don't know why to love,
As love is always rough.
I still don't know why people make war,
Maybe,the reason is bore?
Life in this universe
Only becomes worse.
I feel pity about people's living,
Their attitude is only killing.
Bore
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