Fantasy
So teach me how to breathe
Oh lonely crip inside
Still gasping for a thin air
Of hope
Missing what I will not be
I am only faking it
Empty me
Broken to pieces
Like a barted doll
I am more broken inside
Enclave in a world words
Can't say what I feel
I am tired but no rest
Can't pin it, bcos so huge
It choke me strong
My throat so full
What else I can say
I am done, gone to come
Though won't be found
So short to appear
Again
When that happens
I am here to stay
Forever, stall the coats
And feel the warmth again
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