Sun(rise) Sun(set)

From sunrise to sunset,

I hide behind the pain-

I start to feel insane.

I am damaged,

Oh-

I am torn.

Hurt-

Oh why was I born?

Will things change?

Ever be the same?

Nowadays,

Everything seems so strange...

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