Everything written in
the pages of my life is wrong
It is a mistake to think
Spring will show up
in my unfortunate life.
I ask myself where did I live,
where will I go?
I have no answer for it.
It’s wrong for me to think
in my cloudy life
there will be a ray of light .
No one will call me
when I attempt to leave
It is wrong to hope
anyone will remember me.
If I think I’m not alone any more
It will be a mistake.
Everything written in the pages
of my life is a mistake!
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