The pain I hold,
Shall never disappear,
The lies you told,
Will always be there.
The things I cherish,
Vanish.
And the memories that were once happy,
Die.
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A Reality Filled With Poems
PoetryNot really my best of works, but poems were never my thing. Read them if you please but be warned, they don't always flow properly or even make remote sense in my opinion.
