silence of the others.
Thinking of how my life will be.
Will it be shame?
Will it be pleasureable?
Who knows, except he himself,
The one above, that we all know by name.
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| I set alone, awaiting the silence of the others. Thinking of how my life will be. Will it be shame? Will it be pleasureable? Who knows, except he himself, The one above, that we all know by name. |
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