Holding on to all that’s left
Fighting till my last breath
Trying to find what I’ve lost
Without facing this enormous cost
Maybe it’s all too late
Or is this just simply fate
Am I meant for nothing more
My wings can’t find the strength to soar
I might as well be chained down
I know I’ll never made it now
Even though I tried so hard
Everything became so scared
Letting go seem’s best
Finally time for my soul to rest
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That was a nice poem to read, Eliza。