Lost like love that never blossomed, the destroyer devoured my humanity. But why am I still alive? She can't please me and now I can't sleep. He took away my name and tears to weep. It was perfect, It couldn't be denounced. Indifferent to victory, the loss was announced. The thorn always hurts, but why can't I remember? Oh...but I still have an unanswerable question, Why me?
I'm not very good at poetry, but I thought some, whom have read the book, may enjoy it =).
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