It starts but only for a moment,
like the tear i never shade.
coming and going is the order of the day,
like the dew in early spring.
I walk a mile,I run a thousand meters,
but it still rings like the humming bee.
memories of past joy and pain,
flash only for a spilt second.
but seems to last forever,
The path a choose becomes burly.
i can't see the end of the road,
because my whisper becomes the norm.
I try to end it all,
but it reminds me of what i will lose.
now am stuck between the rock and ocean,
Who will safe me.
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