Will I ever be able to chase the night?
The clock is sweeping signaling I should fight.
But the potent sorrow inside my hollow resides
So how should I feel alright
And chase the night?
Time is stretching like rubber and then collides
Seems impossible to surmise-where it ends and begins.
My heart is in impassioned anguish to see the blurry lines.
I stand still and sweep the tears falling from my eyes
But the sorrow remains inside
So how do I chase the night ?
A bookworm who likes to read all day ,singing makes me happy and gives peace and writing is obviously my friend.
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