When will we call your name?
When will life stop being a game?
When will we stop feeling so small?
When will we have a reason to stand tall?
When will life treat us great?
When will things be first rate?
When will the flowers bloom?
When will there be no gloom?
When will the sadness abate?
When will we know that we're not too late?
When will the walls of people come crumbling down?
When will we not turn our smile into a frown?
When will the game of life be done?
When will we stop playing what wasn't even fun?
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The Inner Critic [Completed]
PoesiaThis is yet another attempt to impress the masses No, I have not taken any classes I will be trying my luck on a fourth book full of poetry Some will describe me While others will describe you Sometimes, even both, that's true So, enjoy my fourth bo...
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