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Whose lost diary is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I feel him frown through the words.
He gives his lost diary a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The lost diary looks old, which have stories so deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep.
He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolizes being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.
Hoping to find his diary someday.
- divi xx
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Poesía[✔︎]Liefdesverdriet [n.] the sadness, depression or pain, one feels about a love that is gone. || ➵ My poem collection, it comprise of dejected, melancholy, agony, suicidal, self-effacing elegy which are very idiosyncratic to me, the inspiration of...
