Is there purpose?
Is there reason?
For these memories to resurface
So that I relive your treason
So that I relive those dreadful days
To my disgust and dismay
Once so pure and bright
You turned as vile and dark as night
And when I wondered why
And started to cry
You laughed in my face
And then erased
The bond formed by time
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PoetryA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
