Life is Strain, Tension
So thick a knife could cut it
No way to escape
Or even leave for a moment
No respite is given in life
Only blood, sweat and tears
It kills me inside
Knowing this fact
There is no respite from the strain of life
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Poems
PoesíaSome sappy and sad poems I write. I have a few happy ones, but I write to get out the bad stuff.
