With every,
sound of falling a leaf on earth
With every,
droplet of rain falling on yard
I feel loosing someone very close to heart
Things are hard

I sometimes want to run away
I sometimes want to cry
Squalled on god, to not betray my belief
Creating my own fantasy world, full of lie

Chains of responsibilities, seem to be broken
It ravaged the five year old child in me
Words are left unspoken
Things are hard.

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