While staring outside
from my room.
No matter how much
the flowers bloom.
I will still be
feeling gloom.
If I had picked
the right choice.
I would not keep hearing
this voice.
It keeps repeating 'til
the end
I'll obligate my life
to this end.
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©to my classmate
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Poems
Poesíathe poems that are here are written by myself or my classmates(just want to share it) or a wattpad user....but dont worry i will not plagiarize any-I will give credits though..... (some poems are suicidal,romantic etc. and you can request if you wan...
