How everything has gone so far? When self-attitude turned to hatred? Why belief in changes has left And gave a way to despair?
Closing eyes almost does not Bring me sleep anymore. Just regrets and re-experiencing Of what was done wrong.
Is there still a place For me in this inimical world?
What if it would be possible To cross all the past, To break own essence Into countless pieces To recompose. To reborn as a new man.
Would trodden paths be passed again? Would made mistakes be recurred? What would be a new mosaic Sculptured from shatters of suffering?
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