I life in wrong world,
wrong time
and wrong people.
I breathe in an anonymous morning,
a depressed day
and hopeless night.
I open my eyes in strange,
in old
and wreckless world.
I walk in different path,
different fence
and another garden.
then, I think, I was too deep, too close and too old to escape.
Prosa Dia: 7. My Little Confession
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