Standing in the place
of hysterical madness
Seeing nothing except
The illusion of sadness

Looking to the eyes
of a fading infinity
Being in the condition
of total disability

Running away
from an approaching sorrow
trying to find the purpose
of enduring till tomorrow

There’s no place to run to
No place to hide
There’s nothing that i can do
But execute my pride

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