Smile is lost
Laugh is gone
People are so complicated
No one is who (s)he is
Awkwardness everywhere
Tyranny here and there
What is going on
What have I done
Could it be the agony of sorrows
Or shall I be gone by the snowy dawn
Every day, every minute, and every moment
Prove to me that being lonely is the best for me
Lonesome is the relief
No feelings to brief
No thoughts to grief
Thy shall rot and burn
Clueless with no ashes to trace
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