The Black Map
A blurry scenery,
Unclear,
As if it's out of my sight.
A blocked path on my way,
No sign,
And I'm walking backwards.
This map, it's pitch-black,
A reflection of me.
Oh, I'm hardly breathing,
And now I can't see,
Tomorrow's me.
by AmirullahZul
Please let me change my programme with ease. :'(
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