Morning is rising and birds always chirp,
The fresh smell of poison
and blackened looking sky,
Firing feel on my reddened skin
yellow grass and brown were the seas,
The shrieks of lungs
such melody,
I've always wondered if this was meant to be...
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Dismissed
PoetryAll the dismissed illnesses (depression , anxiety.. And so much more), animal abuse and other horrific problems in the world that not much people speak of, i'll try my best to depict every problem, illness or situation to others that just don't see...
