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Some said it on the sky,

Some said it lost in the space.

Going round and round,

seeking for disengagement.
Its like wandering in a labyrinth,

there is no ways to exclude from it.

Swallowed up in the Dark.

Is it past? pain? hate? Or even love?
Thought finally reached the ground.

Another moment, it is just another compartment.

Compartment of another jungle,

where you never exempt yourself.

For once, a dimmed light of hope shine upon you.

Its wasn't that strong, but it is strong enough for u to survive.

But survive from what?

Couldn't see the relevance of the hope that i am grasping for.

Its just another cycle after all.

People claim that

people are strong.

That's a lie.

Don't you agree?