I woke up early in the morning,
I wonder do you sleep well.
I hope so.
I become insomniac.
Since the first time I was visited by the silhouette,
My nightmare’s silhouette.
I stop sleeping.
I stop dreaming.
But I never stop missing you.
You are my enigma.
Haunting me,
Swallowing me in the dark.
I’m an exhausted bottle.
An ambitionless bottle.
A dejected bottle.
Perhaps I’m a hopeless bottle,
No guts,
No motive,
Perhaps all I can do is being a loser.
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