*This a poem made while I was killing my boredom out of a very cold air-conditioned library. At this point, my brain cells are shrinking and my college wit was downgraded to a grade 1 love type.
The world spins
As time passby
I wonder why
I am with lies
And as moment goes on
Mistakes pile up
Problems pop
And my life completely gone
Why I am with life
Is it for my gain
Or to protect her from pain
Can I just say goodbye
Is it worthy to tell her
That I still care?
Even the only thing I can do is to stare...
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