As it is,
many forgotten souls
Incapable of looking at sports with a sense of
Incapable of looking at the wound with compassion
I was blinded by ego
With love still empty
Ambition as an incessant pressure
I see only one side
I made it dark
Dark eyes, minds, and hearts
As no virtuous
And I forgot
And I fell asleep
O you who forgot
Are there any you love me
Is there a last apology
I'm grim, I'm dark
Really I'm blind
Not looking at your color
Not looking at risaumu
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