i'm wasting time,
Believing in you,
The target is survive,
I want to live,so you do.

But I'm tired
Of all theese words,
I'm not admired
With your thoughts.

Stop tauching my hand,
I won't say :"Return",
Too much for me you ment,
Now it's my turn.

I really hate my surrounding,
I hate every line in you,
I'm hiding in crowds of undeground,
That seems to me so few
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