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I only write about pain and depression although, it is something I haven't felt in really 5 months. I am with my soul mate, I would write happy poems, but it is seemingly impossible for me to write them. |
The wind blowing through the trees
Singing its silent lullaby...
Mercy be,
Blood upon my hands...
She's broken inside,
torn between the two...
Sitting in nowhere,
Darkness all around...
When you wish upon your Star,
A wish is supposed to come true...