......
Empty hands, tired eyes,
when you had no choice but to lie,
when your own devil becomes impossible to bear through,
you then look for a breakthrough.
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POEMS
PoetryJust some random scribbles :) *Poems written from past, present, and further days to come. *Poem journaling.
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Empty hands, tired eyes,
when you had no choice but to lie,
when your own devil becomes impossible to bear through,
you then look for a breakthrough.
