Sick society

  Fake faces everywhere,

pretend smile on every people's cheek,

its hard to live in this hell.

i can't feel anything, 

My eyes are full of tears,

my legs are exhausted,

The only odour i inhale is, pungent  sweat of my body.

The only imagine i saw in front of me is depressed,crying, and loser of i personally.

My freedom is bound by these barbarian called clan,acquaintance and relatives.

My alleigance is not set to these brutal community, 

but to my own built  cosmos,

where there's no lies, no fake promises, 

no more heart breaking, no more betrayed.                                                                                                         

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