Human gainst the loneliness
Her heart was crushed with the choices she had to choose
Right or left ?
Her foot and hand shaking great
Followed by a cold sweat pouring all over that tiny body
Nothing to see and be seen
Everything is very pseudo
The choice isn't always right
And the selected isn't always appropriate
Then what should she do ?
Only able to fall and crash
Her soul is still alive
But not with her heart
Dead, it has been numb
Everything has been in vain</p<
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