Lossing self value, as if there was one.
Wishlist were high, dreams were beautiful.

Sleep broke, reality slapped hard.
Lame joke, nothing can be expressed.

If also done, there is none to bother.
Keeping inside would freak the insides anyway.

Choose the second, either it would turn you rock or ash!
First one can won't serve you the way you want.

As told before there is none to grasp.

Desires are many, couldn't get any.

Wishes to Get away, but clear are things that's not the way.

Survival is must, no matter what how condition get worst.

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