I heard a lot of sounds since my first born
Then saw anything that beautiful until even worst
Thankful to God, I am complete me
I am growing up with those ability
But sometimes I lost in crowd
Too much things to learn and see than I sick
Sound of silent is more beautiful than talking
Beside crack in my heart a lot times
Makes have to cure me immediately
I often pretend to the world that I am okay
Truth, I am not at all
People often bad to me and I good alone
Standing middle storm then lost again
Foes glad at me so I let them gone
I wish that I live in different place and time
When foes and friends are not met each other
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