Deprived of simple happiness,
Depressed as my soul dies,
Many look at me thinking why?
I know the truth of life.
We live to take up space,
And die to make room.
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My Favorite Gothic Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry about death and such. I do own some but.not all of this, I do not know who the authors of.most of these are, however if you are an author THANK YOU I LOVE THESE! These are my favorite poems ever so thank you! Dedication to ALL...
