Think it's better writing some poetry.
Sorry, when the english is not exactly correct but I'm excused. English isn't my mothertongue.
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It's a long road to go.
No one's with me...
I know this place
like the back of my hand
every stone, every grane of sand
but I'm a stranger in my own land.
It's a long road to go,
you're thousands of miles away.
I'm missing you
but that's nothing new.
I can't cry, I can't scream.
No one would hear me.
I'm tired of walking,
but I don't stop.
Because, if I died
no one would find me...
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Tragic but true in some parts of life, isn't it?