Laying in a corner, my thoughts wander
Should I give up the pressure? or, Should I surrender?
Life is a mess, as complicated as a chess
No one is yours and the wound doesn’t have a cure
Deep stuck in this shit, there is nobody I can share with
And with the passing time, I am losing what once used to be mine.

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