Until
I breathe,
It's keep my mind so clear.
I look around,
To reap some hands,
But no one here
And no one there…
Just loneliness ,
That I deserve.
As guitar strings
My nerves are torn.
Few questions,
That I want to know
What for? Who cares?
And when I will fall?
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