I read a lot many books I got
I write because I read I read because I write
I write because I dream I dream because I write
Falling in a hole is one thing
Falling in the same hole is insane
I fell again in the same hole again
I hit the bottom again
Woke up holding a shovel again
Blistered hands and dirty nails again
I don’t know why I keep falling in again and again?
Living in a world of madness
Climbing a mountain of gladness
I’m fulfilled my life is fed
I won’t close my eyes till my life is read
I’ve been sick on deaths bed
From deep wounds I’ve bled
It does not mater how many times
You change your disguise
the devil has the same eyes
In your darkness my sun rises
Beneath the sun no surprises
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