Burden, burden, an immense burden
The will of this world has us all forsaken
We are but slaves to ourselves
Fearful of our own minds
Screaming at the top of our inner voice
For someone to hear our plea
Time taken is time forgotten
But somehow time keeps progressing
Impossibility is silly
And yet very true and existent
And for the love of God
Can I please just say… fuck you!
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Poems... I guess
شِعرA collection of what can be counted as poems, that are written by me.
