Seventeen, in pain, alone
All this could describe me
Today's here, yesterday's gone
Tomorrow is still a mystery
It surely could bring more distress
Or a light could shine through
It's possible, I guess
But until then, what can I do?
These things I wonder
Often nothing more
Locked away from the haunting
Of you, and many more
But still, every oppurtunity
Provides an open door
And it's all I can do to hope it works
Or else I might very well fall apart
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Unless you save me.
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My Midnight: A Second Collection Of Poetry
कविताThis is my second collection of poetry.
