I know now that i am lost i somehow
Lost my thoughts my person my now
Stripped of morality in my colden cell
All prosperity is a golden ring in a dark
Loom i know not that i sought out a childish idea
I know life means less when we slip but i cant keep much grip im ok now i know i was wrong at last all hope is gone
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The saddest indigenous poems
PoesíaHappy to know so many of you guys like my book we now are #40 in poetry thank you so much for voting ❤❤ It's a simple book with poems of my life my trauma my love my fears this book is a me book and I hope you guys enjoy also thank you for reading a...
