trying to escape from the land of hopeless,
trying to cope with the pain i had in this nest.
crying for help, but not even tried his best,
craving for something that we all call "happiness"
but in the days of hopeless, there's no light for miracles.
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Music Under The Empyrean Curve: Prose and Poetry
Poetrywe live in a world with filled of questions but never gotten answers instead, we get sleeplessness and restlessness nights for us to suffer more. we even don't recognize ourselves anymore because of all the battles we had every single pages of our l...
