Tormented
Those one thousand and one thoughts,
Screaming in my head
Shattered
All those dreams of mine,
They are all in one thousand and one pieces, shredded
Trapped
Under one thousand and one burdens
That my strength might suddenly snap
Suffocated
Even with one thousand and one breath
My lungs still feel constipated
Sucked into this vortex
I will claw my way out
Out of this icy complex
Which is shrouded by a dark, big cloud
This battle will be intense
I will raise up the defense
And bring on the offense
And smell the sweet smell of the victory incense
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