My 48th poem on this story, although I am about 30 behind, this is cool.
Tears rolled down my unfortunate face
Everything blurred under my wet eyes
A horrible setting for my life, faded, a forgotten place
Roads to better lives become clear, only to disappear before I set foot on them, everytime, yet everytime I cry
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100 poems on 100 random things
PoetryI tried to do it in 100 days. It didn't work. Please read it still! Eventually I'll get to 100. Maybe...
