• afiyat 5w


    In this mirror, dirty yet clear
    I see a face much familiar, I see a failure
    Who has a few sad tales, to tell
    To find a haven inside hell.
    Maybe my sun went down,
    way before the night fell.
    It's crazy how I'm free falling
    ahead of this gravity
    Expecting life to be 'sweeter than fiction'
    when it's bitter than a tragedy.
    I still look for the fault that aroused
    such rows and rows of unending sorrows
    and as more and more I look, the less I see
    Nothing but my depressing zeal
    So I let my soul to stay numb, let it freeze.

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