In the midst of may,
time has come for me to pay,
for the deeds that threw me into dismay,
now I just have to find another way,
I am searching for paths but fate said no way,
I then asked god to show me the possible best way,
but all of a sudden, you asked me to go away
I started to move, but you wanted me to stay
from now on, I wish everything goes well
but this is something pretty close to hell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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