The rain can stop.
My heart can be dry.



Unreal life put on
a screen.
Living for moments
Like a dream.
Thoughts – pain death.
Heart can break.
Where is hope, faith, and
My soul lives here.
Does virtue kill me or
is it me?
Lines of me.

A game not.
A poem not.
Why if me.
I will lie.
Can never try.
I will see


My heart break
The try hard
He is fake
Can I die
To sleep-dream
Meet her beach
Drink her water
Kiss the lips
The fool dies
Crushed by Wisdom
She made the world.





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