Poetria's Twenty Four
If i lose
would it be fair?
If i win
would it be a next track of being selfish and destroying what they dig?
If i raise my hand in the middle of clash is there anyone listening?
I fell
and i fell again.
No one is there.
But...
Innocence swept away.
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