All alone at night,
all my life is in blight.
Trying to remove this pain,
but all seems to be in vain.
The struggle for existence seems to disappear,
and what is left in me is anger and fear.
Fear of living, laughing and joy,
what you get of me is coy.
My life, my dream, my road, my stream,
all said to be inevitable.
But all was an act of oblivion.
An oblivion of what always lies behind your very step......

 
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