I see deep circles mess up my eyes
I hear all the miserables crying out loud
I call you, but no voice is out
I walk, I run, I creep, I get nowhere
I can’t find myself, so
I hold on to your promise, but
No flowers, no trees, no grass on the ground
There’s no you anywhere
This seems so sad. Who are you searching for? Yourself in a figure? So deep.
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