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MIDNIGHT
I was just a fear in my
cell,
Always try to please
someone else.

Wet from the tears,
tears betwen rooftop's
and the sky, i try to scream
while she was cry.

Don't you try to follow.
I am jaded from the day
that i was born.
Never find or want new love,
for i never cry away the day.

Day when i lose you,
day that i die, non stop try to
find or justify my sorrow.
Memory and suicide.
© Boris Baričević