Loneliness is my only companion
I am not a perfect person
but I am still here
why did you have to go?
I am not who you thought
as I clasp my hands and shed a tear
I am not the one you wanted me to be
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Soul Of The Darkest Hour
PoetryDo we want to escape the realities of our lives if there were only pleasure and happiness, not horrendous lies? Some say an abundance of darkness is what makes us appreciate a trickle of light. There was meant to be a balance not a pit of chaos in t...
