There are times when the world feels crowded
The bustle of life chokes
Hope is gone
Beautiful dreams instantly scattered
Like the leaves that fall in the wind somewhere

Day after day passed just to breathe and then half dead in the dark
Even in my closest eyes, there are times when we fall
As if the sky collapsed to the bottom of the earth
Overwrite the body until it is completely lifeless

Early morning,
Step footed along the cliff
The sound of the wind slammed
An inch of thinking to crash
Dropped to free
Pigeons fly in a wide space

There is dense inherent
In a self that is already dying
But the sky is still calm
The trees stand tall in the storm
The voices of the little angels still ring every day
Just to cheer up

The world may alienate useless people
The weak in the face of all problems
But giving up is not a solution
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