Lost as always to the strangers consumed by their sorrows...
Will they be as sad tomorrow?
Cant they see that I just need to borrow?
It takes so little for my past to drift away...
Sometimes it lasts even for a day...
She was 19 when it all went away...
Then they abyss formed its way...
To me. To Here. To this new vein...
Please sir, just a little to end this horror?
Then, I wont be a mourner...
Until tomorrow...
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Author:
Tayama (
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