I can't stand up

People have sex with normal
Mix the spices without hesitation,
People carry each other in arms
Sow love under light and pitch

While we
Still clinging to shackles
Stunned at innocent shame
Despised by hate
Being cursed by envy
Skinned without stopping,

The Love seems to be reluctant to stop by the year
Because maybe he knows,
Lizards are still in disguise
Their eyes wandered around every corner of the universe
Scan every bustle
Scouting a bit of mistakes
Defame the weak nature,
Their eyes turned into a scarlet,
Imagine each range
Counting bitch holes
Without cradling

Then what should we do Dinda,
Should I pretend to the consent?
Then ready to make out with sorrow
Or is it frank with the reeds?
Then it's ready to get the light coming
But, I can't stand up
Because it's still afternoon, and the road is still long
After all, I can't afford to feed you with fancy spices
And it is impossible for me to juggle my life as a living
Or hold up, low

On the altar of anxiety
The Love parade
"Everything will be fine in time"

How about your story


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