For some reasons, I hate saying sorry
for some reasons, I hate see myself
For some Reasons, I hope that I can leave quickly
But dying also very costly
What can I do?
What can I achieve?
What can I begged?
Sorry for not being sorry
to myself.
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A Flower In The Desert
PoetryFor the beauty that we seek, For the ugliness that we hide, For the self that we avoid, For us that decide to run, And fight until the end of the time, As hard as we can, As all that I got is your help. p/s: Few of my poems were taken directly from...
