It seems like every day is the same,
Waking up at 6am to the smell of sweat and wet fabric,
Never an interesting moment,
Forever the allusion of thought and dreams,
Come and go like the summer destined to be over,

Facades and masques that hide the inner souls,
Of angels and demons destined for the same world,
With dead ends and cliffs,
Not a single of will survive,
A single light may burn along the way,
An attempt to guide you down its path,
But to no avail,
The same fate awaits those who love and those who die,
Alone.
 
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