An abandoned world a running loner stumbles on, where one empties their colorless emotions, remains of bruised heart
and oceans of muffled miseries;
is the book your eyes just greeted.
"Life stitches dark tatooes on the naked human soul, where...
As I'm bowled on a battlefield, my eyes dart around from time to time. As I stand on education's field, all bells rise and singingly chime.
Holding onto my smooth shaved shield, chants erupts from clapping cymbols. Parents, guests, everywhere filled. Dancing voices blow love symbols.
Sipping their eagerly anticipating stares, they put their trust in my purse. And for that, this is what I say;
School is a daily battle Exams is a cruel hustle Parents born us into school royalty we are sushed to perform oversized learning duty what if I lose? The disgrace, their faces; I can't face I can't be, I can't be a royal heir Thought of it makes me a little more higher To be a royal heir of school, I'd prefer to take over the title"fool"
The world look up to me. My fears I wish they could see. It pains me to fail them at the battlefield, as my goals are unfulfilled.
Mum's inner soldiers might be killed. Dad's spirits will be crushed. How do I save them all? When I can't even safe myself? So I'm running away from this fight, not as your regular hero but your zero hero.
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