I cry for those who can't.
To die is my new chant.
For all those who fear the end,
I'll stitch and sew and mend.
My tears will fall,
You'll hear my call.
My smile is my mask,
So pretend the pain won't last.
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Poesy and Prose
PoetryContaining songs, dreams, poems, and prose, this is a collection of my inner-most ramblings. When I need to unwind, I write.
