My eyes are sore
For the nights are young
Darkness spread within the moonlit shine
A glass of milk of which I drank..
Stare into the space in front of the LCD
Angered with no reasons
Nor is it for stupid reasons
Rest with ease
is what I'd hope for
but then again..
A yard of freedom nor peace
Is one's treasure that can't be find..
Nor is it can be brought by riches of wonders
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