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Imbibed with failure noticing things will not pass

I can’t describe what I feel.

Torn apart, dry inside, (sigh) I’m no good with descriptions.

A song plays a brightened tune

yet I’m not in the mood at all.

Glass beneath a frozen moon

go melt away the pearly ice.

Let it all drip until final moisture dissipates like me,

now an arid desert.

One liter of tears for each pain I feel,

ten thousand drops to be precise.

It hurts to know “it’s” gone.

But I know I’ll try hard to overcome it,

That is life.