i’m stoic and stirless
i don’t feel a thing
thus i’m tortured like hell
so deep into this inferiority
until my sight slightly defective
i’m a dead body alive
i cried
but no tears cried out
i fought back the tears
coz if i let a tear rolled down my face
i’d hate my life more
and this black broken heart is
dying to be alive
for years gone by
i’ve been endured
i need fallout vapor
to make my bear complete
live is the thing i’ve always misguided
death is the thing i’ve always misconceived
i’m a dead body alive...
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