The cycle is getting shorter. This was the reason why we got tangled, I'm at border. Cried a lot I did, to you it's just a bother. In my world everything is crumbling down, Nothing left to be sown, That's why I always wear a frown. Try not to drown, But my tears help me go further from town. Reached out my hand, too late, I can hear my heartbeat reverberate in my ears, I'm scared, cornered like what I usually bear calmly, but this time I'm in fear, for I might not be able to conquer my demon.
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