I always see this Lady sitting on the edge of the cliff every evening
She always looks down,
As if looking for something lost down there,
One evening, I see her standing there,
Suddenly she jumped off the cliff,
Now I know what she was looking for this time,
Her eternal peaceful sleep
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The Sorrowful Angel
PoetryHi! This is my very first book, This is a collection of poems or things that I wrote when I was at my lowest point and felt lost in my life most of it probably shows how much desire to end every sheet of life that I have. I need to muster up my cou...
