I hated life and death, love and the hate itself
I hated exile, and alienation between the parents
I want to live among people who do not know me and i do not know them
There; in the space because the whole world knows me
i Will not come back until they forgetme and my story
they Kill me by look of sympathy, I hate the walls of my room
And the dim lighting that makes me feel like i live in cemeteries waiting for the ship that take me to the end of the world
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