FIGHT LOST
Raising this look to infinity,
Who knows he might even guess
Diversity and find so many
Who knows the truth and route rite
But when I try and scream uselessly,
At least losing me slowly
Tired of trying and fighting
When I finally own suicidal urge.
And both could be different
Not so my pace was more dispersed
Nor so inglorious my life
But both battle and if nothing come,
Just follow the below empty and
Do as I imagined; losing fight ...
MARCOS LOURES
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