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All the games I played, where I was always the winner

no other way to be more foolish

All my victories weren’t more than a huge delusion

no other way to be more foolish

The weight on my left hand is so immense

I cannot dwell in the present

The time chains on both of my wrist

they are unbreakable

Will my eyes dry out?

I don’t know if they can cry

after infinite tears

Will my eyes become black?

Since there is such amount of darkness

behind them