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The poem explores themes of pain, suffering, and loss as the speaker struggles with mental anguish and memories that torment them. They feel like a nobody and long for an end to their agony, wishing to burn away all things that cause them pain and find freedom and peace.

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Poem 1

The poem explores themes of pain, suffering, and loss as the speaker struggles with mental anguish and memories that torment them. They feel like a nobody and long for an end to their agony, wishing to burn away all things that cause them pain and find freedom and peace.

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If life is a pleasure,

Does it mean that


I am not even
Living anymore?

In a world that's rotten


Gained everything imaginable
Except my sanity,
Which I was begging for.

Bunch of painful memories


Ripping my mind apart.
The gap between my chest
Is now filled with the "black."

Losing everything
That you once loved.
Does it hurt so much
When you realized
You're just a nobody.

In the roads of nothingness


There is no gains
Just a suffering
That makes you cease to exist.

Chained from the below,


Can not be free anymore.
The only thing that was with me
Is now taken away from me.

Everywhere that's in my sight


Is filled with the painful memories,
And with the faces of the who tasted agony
In the world of nothingness.

Still trying to walk


Even there is no light.
Excepting for peace
And faced with pain.

Let's burn it up
All the things that hurt us.
The smiles, air and life itself.
Let's burn all of them up and be free.

I don't know anymore


What is the life
Is it the reason of our pain,
Or is it the pain itself?

Is it a dream,
Or the reality itself?
It is the pain
Which forced us to
Remember everything
That we once begged to forget.

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