How can a night
A silent moment trapped in an hourglass Of loneliness
Two innocent little eyes now dies
A mute witness of an ancinet personal war
Future seemed closer but yet always far
The roads were black holes and vision not clear
I want to live now without any obligations and fear.

I hate the way because I never knew the destination
And now that I can see the destination but yet I cannot find my way
I happen to die everyday
I wake up for self-destruction in every little way.

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