命运是自己营造的

[An old poem]




It's never too late to face the music



You deserve the life you made

You made choices,  and you

Balanced the lies

You confused compromises

With promises

You made calculations, and you

Hid the truth

You looked at the mirror

You smiled

You tasted the bitterness

Only in your dreams



When you saw the dead end

You screamed

What you have done

Misled you like a nomad

You lost yourself, but

You are too weak to go back

You are blinded by fears

And you are too tired

To walk further



Old life

Short life

Life like sad wall

Papers

And they never

Smile at

You









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