Absorbed, by the chaos of disciplines...
I wish I could fade in the air, tired to admit.
Should I never look back; you following me after?
Have been imagining why life is incalculable; starting again from zero!
Wondering where to look for you, smelling you in my skin!
Am I not strong enough to compete myself, protesting with a straight line amidst the world of zigzag!
Raindrops be the assurance from abode...
"Yes, I look down to you, there for you, disappointed in all your Alas..."
Am I not worthy enough for you to look up to me, giving me a smile...never did I teach you to Abort!
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