I have lost. To my own battle. I've lost you. And on this wasteland. I keep on searching. For your traces. Under realization, I'm the one who left. And on this traumatic road. I keep on shouting how hurt I am. Without hesitation. That I may hurt you already. And on this suburban town. I kept on hitting my chest. As it won't stop bleeding. In hope you know the truth. I have lost. I have been lost. And I tried to draw you back. From the grave I threw you in. I have lost. I have been lost. And I try to miss you back. In the moment I fell in love with you.
An extraordinary-rare-differentthinker-young girl. Eremophobia.