Silent tears wash over my face as the cold hard reality hits me in the chest like an iron hammer. As if millions of bullets are penetrating my skin and flesh at deadly pace; I can barely move. I can barely breath; are there stones piling on top of my lungs within seconds? Eyes forced to close reality serves me endless poisonous punches. Will my everlasting pain eventually disappear?
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Hey guys, let me know if I should continue with this. These are just poems or short paragraphs I come up with cause I think too much. Just curious what You guys think. (Btw I suck, sorry)
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Late Night Thoughts
Thơ caA collection of poetry and creative writing I create. It's a hobby of mine I love. Just thought to share it.
