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My sense of smell

For what I can find outside

the porthole of my actual world

Lonely and maybe forgotten

You can’t understand what is hurting my heart

For nothing..

The pleasure to live...

How much wasted time?

For nothing..

The pleasure to live...

Clouds of pain are forming outside

In the night of darkness

We will awake

Without a moral to live

Hate is increasing too fast

Everyone ignore the respect.

For the life, for the nature, for lost places

For what we have found