I hate to be sad.
I hate to be a poet.
I hate to be a lover.
I hate to be desperate.
I hate to be sentimental.
I hate to be a lot like that.
It has been said thousand times already.
Daily life is a constant struggle
, to be like that
, to distort reality
, to make left right
, to make false true
, to prove the opposite
, to pretend what I am not
Some day I will succeed
- To be bad enough to ignore all.
- In proving that I am not human.
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