Woe

Sometimes, I almost forget the fact that I am alive.
I tend to look down and pretend to dive.
Last time, I counted the days wherein I felt divine.
Now, I can’t express my thoughts- it is hard to define.
I am living in a sentimental life full of crimes.

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