She is dead
Until she feels a slight touch.
She screams, howls, and cries
At times like such.
Every night
She gets nightmare
And she
Screams out of despair.
Only her heart knows
What's damaged
Is beyond repair!
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Victim
PoetryAfter all we get from our dear life, what we do? complain! Yes, no matter how much is on our platter we are never satisfied. And opposite to us are the people who without any fault of their, end up suffering something tremendous. These people are v...
