I count the days, as to count the concerns;

The most sarcastic signal of the train of thought;

Is the more I was let down, the less I lose myself.

Disappointments come from the pieces heart of your soul;

And your spirit was the owner possessing all of these.

Any little tiny reflection could tear you away from whom you thought you were.

Then all you can do is just to repeat yourself over and over;

By gather the shatters to scrape up the original ego of incompletely completeness.

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