Personal Literature


Living in an unreal dungeon
Full of illusion and suffocated mind
You’ll never know
It was a heaven, but it lost its devine

Once I’ve been told
That history was made for us to grow
But the history I know
Tainted my heart as it’s getting mold

Life was like that
simply like that


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