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I have nothing else,

but this pen.

I can write,

I can tell you

Who I am.

I can try,

and I can fly,

‘cause I’m still asking why,

some people has gone,

bye bye.

I’m still trying,

still dreaming.

This i show I’m bleeding.

I tried to solve things

In a million ways,

buti t was pointless,

I’ve wasted so many days,

Now I’m so powerless.

This pen, is all I have,

this my sword,

to keep writing is my goal.

Still wondering why many things are over

Of this present now,

not a lover.

I have a secret:

I can fly,

I can live

In this city of the dead.