We all get tired of life,
Its like standing on a sharp knife.
Life becomes miserable
Not sure if problems are erasable.
Then you remember its a test,
You gotta do your best.
It is all the mighty ones plan,
We must be united as a clan.
The next world is not the same,
So heaven is our aim.
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Poem a day
PoetryWritting was never her favourite thing to do but soon came loneliness and took over, she was away from everything. Nothing went the way she planed, she was tired of life. A pen and a paper became her best friends. She began to write,write poems on h...
