Waiting for miracle to come and clear my anguishes. For happiness to fill the vacant spaces.
Needing strength to be robust to fight against any rivals.
Keep on searching a medicine to alleviate the sore.
Need conviction for uncleared ambiguities.
Man, i am too frail.
I’m dying. Really am.
The toughness and elasticity decreased.
The air seems like too little to inhale.
24-hour time is no longer plenty for me to sleep tightly..
When could i get my life back?