This world makes me cry,
It makes me want to die.
For hours I keep on crying,
But still, there's no sign of my dying.
If only people knew my state,
They would know why I sleep so late.
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Everyone feels low at some point. The situation just stresses us so much that we think dying might be the easiest and the only situation. Well, there always comes a time when everything gets fixed but the issue is it might take too long.
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Rose Tinted Words
PoetryRose-Tinted Words" is a collection of poems that bloom like rose petals. From love and joy to reflection and wonder, these verses offer a gentle exploration of varied experiences and emotions.
