For You (my self) :
be what you want to be but freedom is not always beautiful
Looks stupid but it should be
They just say what's on his mind
not on his heart
The machine destroys the conscience
Idolize the real instigate
One's firmness is like black coffee
Resilient without hesitation, simple,
Blood continues to flow
Table and chair became the last place to mourn
Choose to be what?
What we give
We should not accept
I walked this path with a little regret
Tears dripping on deep chasm
Lost... lost... by the darkness
Stick to the wall without a trace
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