A wasted life,
This life of mine,
A time of stress, time after time
An interest in death.
But why so?
If dreams die
Can't the life be lived?
If dreams go
Does life really become a barren fresh field
Frozen with snow?
Some people think about it, but I guess they'll never really know it.
Until I say,
Goodbye!
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A Strangely Wrapped Gift.
PoetryA Strangely wrapped gift is for the hopeless who need a friend for their late night talks. It's a book made with love. It's simply a documentation of struggles, and triumph, a celebration of daily life and living. The poetry living within pages tell...
