Misery

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by post-poesia

by post-poesia

                                    
                                              Misery, what love censorships; Misery is alive in us, living into our corners. I let misery define my life to a point where a pinch
of sorrow would make me commit suicide, I think about this, cause I love you, even if misery doesn't leave me alright...
                          Sorrow; when happiness loses taste, All I don't want to see, all I know that I hate, it's true that we gotta learn to handle with ourselves, but now I think that I'm a child whose happiness is near to an end.
                          Misery, is the treasure of the slave, poorness is our gold, misery is our base. No matter how we think, misery is the corner where we lay our head.

                          FutureAuthor346