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Is even the burning red of the setting sun
chasing me.
It is like a warning, condemning myself
with a determined spirit that's so painful.
I'm glad that I, who was crying on someone's lap,
Was made to take hold of my freedom.
Living with a struggling spirit is also, at times, necessary
Since there are things that can be changed, it's not bad.
I feel like even among sweet apples there are some that taste bad
It reminds me of futility
It must be a curse , I comfort myself
And laughed miserably.
Frightened, I've closed my ears
But it's ok to take out and embrace the little me inside.
If I am impatient and indecisive, I'm someone who will still come, though I don't look it
It's also not bad to completely resign yourself to something.
Living with a struggling spirit is also, at times, necessary
Since there are things that can be changed, it's not bad.
If I am impatient and indecisive, I'm someone who will still come, though I don't look it
It's also not bad to completely resign yourself to something.
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