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I woke in the world where no one remembered me
A place were the sun stumble and never rise
The moon smile in pain of child birth
In agony of beautiful Galaxy she screamed loud
What an unfortunate situation to have fortune
Riches are burden in the this barren land
The land is free as the grave
Time is behind the scene and serenity
Conflicted by anxiety and freedom
Nothing matters even your manners
Your will is with the lawyer and lovers
I wish I am but am just I as good as I was
The tale of a dead man
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I woke in the world where no one remembered me
except
My instincts and ego
My passion and actions
Self-esteem and anxiousness
Lack and want
Chased by my shadow like an arrow
Where freedom is gried
My breath reminds me of life and light
The pieces of the heart brokenness
The sadness and peace of mind
The sorrows that soar my throat
Failures that makes up my face
Painting and rewriting my name
My bed a repository of my life
Heaped by a pillow that holds my agony
I can do it through a mirror reflection
Success that came from courage
A place of self esteem
I am just alone.
