A poem a wrote dedicated to the unfinished fangame HetaOni
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His efforts were in vain,
like a flightless bird in a cage.
He cried, He sobbed, no changes were made.
Promises were created,
the next they were broken.
Never will he forsake them,
till' his very end.
Betrayal of trust,
he will do what he must,
The burden he carry,
was the misery of many.
His hopes were out of reach.
His pleas, never heard.
'I have to try harder, but I'm very tired'
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Melody Of The Mind
Non-FictionSomeone once told me, that stories are simply lyrics without music. But I believe the way words deliver their own meaning is what gives them their sweet melody.
