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Cry of the forlorn child
A seed sees not but the ground under
A coin sees not but the side over
Sadness sees not the joy of laughter
Many angles to life, all we can’t decipher
My life suffers, of all thorns
Grown out of malice, hatred born
why should I forgive?
When my dreams could not live
The final chapter is nearing
It’s not worth discussing
This drama has no ending
Alas, my heart needs no mending
sad yet genius. beutiful. keep posting.
lauren
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