The EnD
Tears which flows, not into the river, torrents which swirl into pain - Agony so deep cuts the anger in vain, whats left is the broken of a heart, can enough ever stop - Cry not because of death but the want to be in dead - Hate which stimulates the loss of love, the want, the need, the have to - Sealed by your memories, fake rains so your mind can burn the rest of your faith - Clawing onto hope just to be in flames with the reality, your mistake is the end
poem by Unic Cjonr
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