she her
giving me jobs
giving me tasks
giving me instructions
too much
too many
wanting it to be a few
wanting it to be a little
but then again
if i get that
i will feel sad
like the days of glooms
where i sleep in the pitch dark
noone see me
dancing freely
singing my herat out loud
embracing fire
the warm engrossing
leading me to the sunlight
in the end of the tunnel
all the steps moving
to the same destinations
the end of all dooms
wishing the rainbow lands
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