It's like you've been walking for miles, but got nowhere to stop
It's like you've been hoping so bad that the hope is beyond the reach
It's like every sip you taste but you've got no feeling to taste
It all comes to an end
A deep cut in my wrist is not dry up yet
You still can see its blood in your vessel running from the flesh
It's like the unconditional thing you did but you have to think it hard
It's like the boredom, tiresome and your effort burst into such a mistake waiting to mended
It's like all the bruises turned to yellow
It all comes to an end
A deep mourn in your cold December
You still can feel the cold and numb by the feeling.....
but you knew, you knew it must to stop after all..and there's nothing worth
Pointless!
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