Head buried in the sand but I still breathe
Enduring the weight of the world for a bit longer, so I can learn
Life is pure evil, a form of a never ending curse
Pain is the only thing that makes senses
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On Sorrow | Poetry collection
PoesiaI meet a lot of sea monsters when I dive deep into the base of my mind Each of them whispers or sings an incomprehensible song I can't understand them I have drowned for so long Because they keep pulling me down So I write this poem to calm the stor...
