Passed
When you fail to win, the end begins -
What will you find, when you are lost to the rainbow -
The one which paints, the only true to the Colour in the sky -
I lie, the cause to noone, to die
I am tied, to be bound, to happy - I will never find, i seek -
My troubles, you can times, with one hundred percent -
So i pass, something to sting, in this life.
poem by Unic Cjonr
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