In the border of culture
I chose to shut my door too
In a world with only me
At least I could get some peace.
Everything follows my concious
Ordered by my dream
In a space of 99 square feet
I built my little Kindom inside chelsea dream
A phone call from home
School fee, the bills, the rents are asking for my
Gains?
Achievements?
Commerce?
Reflections?
The fancy dream is drying out.
The peace is falling apart.
Empty is the only thing left.
And now the room is like a ugly chain, a infine black hell
Where is my way out?
Somebody please help me out?
?
?
?
?
A world with only myself.
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