We bleed on people who didn't break us.
Kill ourselves for not being loved enough.
Chase after the delusion.
Sacrifice our oath for the unseen .
Is it our mind? The greatest enemy.
Gold with us feels like stones.
Something shines from the far end,
We chase it.
Found out , it was streetlight.
Dark but light is hidden in it.
Some born to hunt
Some born to be a prey.
Is the hell afterlife mentioned , is actually the hell we are in.

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My first quote,
Hope you like it.
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