Regrets of being Alone

I have no worries I have no blueberries
I have no passion but I had a vision
I have dream but not have a blub
I love to ran but already ran so far

My look book was the fall winter
Turned the pages as it was autumn
Rolled in sweater like a dike
Founded last in a trash where I belong

Falls of long holes where dipped my leg
Was a touch wood but sink in dirt?
Lashes was washed as vision was just to
Not to dream the dream I loved

Having the Ideas of being alone
Lots of stuff used to be loved
But not like to be loved
Reminding me the years of loneliness
That I have a bear along in life
As alone……..

I have no worries I have no blueberries
I have no passion but I had a vision
I have dream but not have a blub
I love to ran but I ran so far

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