Every morning I wake up Under the same roof A morning that doesn't affect the darkness In my mind My eyes are tired, The same scenario of tragedy Where a body is burden to my soul , Wants to leave the body The weight of tears That what my eyes carries Is much heavier like my thoughts The thought of death devours my mind Let's start from the beginning With a new Life.
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