Poem 1
Living in a merge
Hoping for improvement
Fighting the urge to merely survive
But frankly, I lose most of the times
The inner me yearns for it to bad
But my faith disagrees with my rhymes
So i am stuck in a world where
the most desirable for me is not.
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