Slowly,
burning the souls of the dead bodies where they must lay
us not knowing what we will do for the rest of our days
we may be small but we shan't be weak
problems will always rise but we shan't be weak
we will live
and one day
we shall die
but until that point comes around
we're slowly fading away
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Mediocre Poems
PoetryThe title says it all. {temporary} #109 in Poetry (11/28/16) Highest Rank ~ #95 in Poetry (12/12/16)
