"Search"
Where am I?
Who am I?
When I got conscious,
I found myself deserted by my own self.
In the nightmare, so ferocious,
it was hard to break free from the slumber.
Every morning I wake up in search of happiness,
just like a new self.
But I am left aside to grieve upon my loneliness,
to mourn upon the happenings and an obscure self.
I am lost in despairing thoughts,
I do not know the way out.
My mind is tangled with various knots,
I stand nowhere I doubt.
I am on my own in the surroundings, such desolate . . .
however, still seeking happiness.
Whether it's day or night, I'm always desperate . . .
To find a cure for my loneliness . . .
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