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The Witches
Written by Christian Presentacion
I still remember the darkest day,
They whispered in my ears and wanted to play,
I don't but needless to say,
Until the skies above turns into gray.
I know what's going to happen,
The light meets after dark,
They stubbed my innocent back,
Calling out my name,
Laughing and wants to play a game.
They spelled their lies,
They crossed the hidden line,
The stars are not aligned,
I'm begging to see the signs.
Trust no one,
Until it's gone,
I trusted the light of the sun,
But I feel the stitches of my lungs.
The witches are carrying my reputation,
I lost the game in circular motion,
They mixed my secrets of potion,
Fought for their greeds like a perfect illusion.
They treated me like an outcast,
So I can't give them all but only trust,
They betrayed me when I have nothing,
His circle of friends had my blood stain.
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The Tales of Ichan's Poetry
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