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To be happy.


She stared at me, the message of control

Wanting a dream life, isn't it my turn?

She shook in question, why I would her

Needing to be let go, escape it should be my turn?

She stabbed in delight of torture, she was winning

Craving love outside and to deserve, cannot it be my turn?

She sank within my veins, to close the gate to light

Urging to make purpose without noise, when will it be my turn?


To be happy.

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