Somehow, my heart has grown utterly stained.
As usual, entangling chains cling.
To resist- I've forgotten even that.
A safe silhouette.
The cliché words that grate on the ears.
"I'm special"- now that's ancient history.
An utterly corrupted, naive rebellious spirit.
And the rest, I go with the flow.
A hundred-point, perfectly written score.
Drowning in that sea.
Remember before you sink.
Who's the one to prove it?
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That's right- tear up the model answer.
Push forward on your own path (now is the time).
Sitting properly.
We don't need a scriptwriter.
Who decided that everything is fate?
Crush the devil's proof (now's the time).
It's not a decoration- run.
Plot-filled
Rails-kick them away.