Everyday is the same,
with false faces donned to deceive,
with blasts from my past tearing in,
bit by bit.
Everyday is the same
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Everyday is the same,
wearing baggy clothes
to cover up the scars I hide away;
I wake up only to wait for the night anyway...
everyday is the same
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At any moment I only wait only for the eternal sleep,
only if I had a tear left the weep.
The shadows crawl in,
waiting to feast
on the rewards they strive to reap.
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PoetryA poetry collection that is very experimental, I have delved into various topics for, what you may call, my debut. I'm an amateur at writing so this will serve as a stepping stone for better ones to come. I have tried my best here and I hope you all...
