It's not the world
It's only me
I'm not dying
I'm not crying
I'm a desperate being
Desperate for the world to recognize
Desperate for the love that vitalites
Desperate in a world that would look at others
Desperate for a pair of eyes that would look at no other
The line I set
For myself
Is clear for everyone to see
The line
That I put down
Is invisible to me
This is who I am right now
The world on my shoulders
The right I ask for
A love that won't be smouldered
My given right
The wrong time
Can I win the fight?
Who can tell, but time
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