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The breaking in the autumn

 This is the finish,the end of my rough breathing.

Why came you to break my soul and make it blind?

Oh,just go away and let me happy trying and seating,

On my smooth bed,where I feel alone, how I want to live in my mind.

The dirty pure leaves,are covering my crying face,

Where I can’t see your murder eyes.

Trying to make myself hide the desert place

From my liar heart which is saying that all are pretty nice.

While I’m reproaching myself the all guilt,

You were leaving the room forcing me to feel

A rude envy for what in my heart you built,

The fake love which it’s proved that was not real....

In the ending of my broken way,

I just try to keep it alive and enough prepared

For that not awaited day,

When my soul won’t ever can be repaired.