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Beside Me

2020.07.17 04:43

Despair makes form 

like haze gathers slowly


It always sits beside me 

with its arms folded

It never moves, never vanishes

Even if I find gleaming hope like firefly,

despair devours it swiftly


I can't escape from it

It always sits beside me

with its eyes opened