Someday,
All of this,
All of what's in front of us,
It will all disappear.
Gone.
Never for our eyes to see again.
And it'll be over,
While some of us,
Will still be asking,
When?
When did it all end?
When did my life turn to a dream?
When did everything shatter?
When?
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
