I’ve read a poem about something in class

At the very first, it refers to a woman

But now I’ve realized it is about someone

who would just bite the bait alone

In a forest of kindling, there lives everyone

In this generation much more important to try something

Terrible right? But I’ve got a more terrifying one on Christmas Eve,

A very terrible gift I’ve received. I even don’t know anything,

I’ve trusted someone worth nothing

A lot has happened,

I didn’t even tell I saw everything, but there goes nothing

I was blind and wounded, trying to catch up with everything

I ate it up and spit it out

There lives a scar, a year and a half has been thrown on Christmas eve

There goes the heat using the wine without the bread

He gave his to someone on Christmas Eve

Without even realizing what her partner would feel after else

Yes, it’s wrong, but I think I’m gone

This is just another story

In this life of beauty

Being well for a day, being broke for a year

Why did this happen to me?

Karma isn’t blind, honey!