I Call It Sadness

Tension and worry in the cerebrum so high

The only capability I have becoming lower

The expression I wear on my face so unreal

Surrounding is so deceiving in just a minute

Knowledge I attained is endangering swiftly

The gain I had in a year is less than I lost

Fragrance that lingers around is allergic and toxic

So when everything is just trying to undo me

I thrillingly escape to blindly survive the misery

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