When you look to my face
You will only notice
The deep wrinkles
Draw the long history
Of my non-stopabable misery.
And the grey hair
Reflect my dark and horrible nights.
My inner self
Is exhausted and crawling
Like a bleeding wounded
Who lost hope to survive.
My soul is tortured
As if the hell was created
Inside my body
My heart is like the dry river
In a deserted city
Full of scars
But no more blood to bleed.
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