Category : Poems

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In this crazy world I got sick, 
 In this world full of hate; 
 I started to hate myself.

  Living among people, 
  I wanted to be alone at the end.
  I withered like flowers;
  Without rain in May.  

I haven't found my place in this world, 
 Neither with her; nor with anyone else...
 As if I'm always looking for the right feeling,
 But I'm tired of even breathing.