How have I become who I am?
Who has made me what I do not know?
My life has been mystified
Puzzling me till I die
I have become what I loathe

Anger a conflagration that eats me up
Turning me hostile to my consciousness
Anger has made a fragment of my reflection

Fear a second piece of my miserable self
Turning me to a buffonn
Phobia has been a fragment of my avarice

Happiness a mot...

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It seems not to know when to end
Words that proceeds are incomparable
What I await in the end is my morte
Death is what no one wishes for
There is no one who wants life to end
The only one who seems distrained
I am displeased by my society
It transcends anguish in my soul
But cessation I await with a smile
All my wears and tears on earth remains
No one to help me estimate my worth
I am ...

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I write this as a dead man

For I have no value on earth

There is only one thing that matters

Either you adore me or loathe me

For I have died and seen you all

Not even one seems to love me

I have roamed over the earth far and wide 

I have see the people who acted ingenuity 

I have died again in my nightmares 

I have only been able to deal with those I love 

But I have...

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