My pride of high wall,
sealing a curse of love.
My falling into the vast sea,
rippling the past life's mistakes.
Bring myself into the light of hope,
keeping up with night of notorious loneliness.
Reverbrating the regrets of losing,
and beginning of unresting hatred.
Keeping my heart and head bowed down to the fate,
which was written by my own wretched hands.
My dynasty of oneself,
shattered into millions pieces of emotions.

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