I hate this world I left behind
It's cold, empty and quiet
My soul can find no peace
Not until justice is served.
But they will not give me
The justice that I deserve
In fact, they allowed him to live
And they forced me to die.
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NaPoWriMo 2015 Poetry
PoetryThe poems that I'm writing for NaPoWriMo 2015. (All of them are short)
