Confusion is pouring out of my heart that is still dry.
Anticipation is at the edge while waiting to be done.
Too many things to think of, yet the time is slowing down.
Faster, I say, yet time will not listen. No matter what
rope I pull. Smiles are fierce and crossing everyone's face,
except for mine. No matter the distance, I want to run.
I want to run so far till I can't run anymore; to become worthwhiled.
Will this world every be unslandered, united and not-arrogant?
Can i trust the people of this world? No. I believe I can not.
The bleeding is still going, my mind is still crying. My tears are not yet drying.
and the heart that was plundered is still dying.
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