it just like a darkness surround me
and the tormented soul will be free
when the night come..
every people in the world lies in their own dream
lies in their own beautiful world
in their own great desire in their life
but when the night come...
i can think clearly about my past,my present, and my future
my sins..my mind..and my soul..
but when the night come..
every time i inhale the air, is like every time my death surely come
surely become reality
but when the night come..
my problem always haunted me with this broken society-mind inside me
deep inside me
hearted soul..hearted heart..hearted spirit..to be hatred
i can't sleep well tonight
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