I can sense the living pain afar
The pressures, expectations endlessly
All I care was him selflessly
Aware, active, supportive
that's me.
Like he was a blessed blind
With billions, signature stuffs
Hearts, supports so on, so forth
Prime insensible being
that's him.
- Gal
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Life Tenses
PoetryLife tenses her sanity. Countless emotions ramble her felicity, with shuffling games of vibrant memories and fantasies, gamboling her inner child loaded with innocence and misery. Buckle your ken up! Random serial scenes arriving;
