I pray that none shall ever undergo the brutality that is Uncertainty.
The Constant agony of fearlessly wanting to break free amidst the apparent Futility.
I pray...
For none to get unfortunately Acquainted with that all too familiar feeling of solitude with quiet undertones of hopelessness.
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The Thorns that Rose of High Walls.
PoetryIn these verses lies the aches of what could, would and should've been. The Melancholy of yearning for what once was. Wounds that never healed and those that closed unwillingly, out of smite. These Lines have seen the desperation and agony of my so...
