Stop, look at yourself.
You're forgetting their ambitions.
Lost for myself
Lost for all.
Continuing along in front,
Not noticing anyone around, nothing
nothing
In your drooping, glass eyes.
Present betrayal and disappointment
They generate hatred and anger.
Breaking all boundaries, your consciousness.
to guilt myself in everything, you keep going,
comes to mind only one thought
suicide
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