I am real
my tears tell me so
What is real?
seems i will never truly know
why has confusion arose so high?
starving for answers
desperately praising the eternal sky
They will not listen, I cant figure out why
a void between me and the sky
a being so wise, never seen before my eyes
Was it fate? this miserable state
seems i cant even ask why, for it will never reply
I guess i will just have to wait, brutaully entitled by fate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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