× My last endeavor ×

I had my last tear
My last strike
A frail remembrance of what you are.
My fists are tired
My soul is too.
I can't believe that I did this for you.
But you are still in me,
Against myself.
Against my body,
Against my heart.
Somehow the crave for living is lost.
Forgive me father
For this awake.
I can't stand it like yesterday.
Your beautiful mind
Slept in me.
But you won't remember me in two years.
I hope to move on,
Without falling.
I won't stand another injure.
I'm so in love of this habit.
I'm so in love with you.

- dNa ×
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