My mantra is forgotten
Left alone at the bottom
The heart is crushed in pieces
Outgoing wild diseases
Now the fire burns hot
See People getting shot
Nothing ever changes
Never be there rearranges
We put on a show
Plants hardly grow
The world will be forgotten,
Destroyed and slowly rotten
-Anni
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Poems
PoetryLiterally just some poems I wrote. They might be a bit dark or weird, just please don't judge to hard. I'm still learning and English is not my first language. Still I'm happy about every feedback. -Anni
