Dictator
You are the crack which limit my world
Who cleave my character into islands
And conceal me from the bright light
As if you're afraid that I'm too wild for your weald
I, am limping within your grin
Stumbling within your hold
You walk, while I am dashing
As if the distance separated by mountains which not taking on its row
This gloaming seems like never end
Like howling hope but bitter
Unreachable, but perched
To my sore, to your ignorance
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