The Probability of Impossibilities

 

 

There are times

That I wished I could runaway

From this bustling City, the madness of this world.

 

To escape from the anger inside me

Accumulating from the hatred of others

To at least release myself from all these problems laying in front of me.

 

Wondering how I could do all this

Makes it look so impossible

Could I possibly breakaway from all these bullshits?

 

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