As I search for a warmth,
All I could feel is the coldness of people.
As I wish for a easy life,
All I could feel is the heaviness of the world.
As I search for the truth,
All I could hear was lies of life.
As I wish for my life to end,
All I could do was live in hell.
- by Sophia Cac
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PoetryInsomia, my dear friend, you've come to visit me once again. What's today features? Huh, I hope I didn't make too many failures. Oh a new one indeed, perhaps I could try one to confess my deeds? Alright, hand me the quil, my friend, don't go and wai...
