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Pretending with his imagination
Is what they say fools the nation.
Skilled is she as she twists
Her words and uses them as whips.
Youth is being punctured by the trend
Of insanity and it's defense.
Chaos erupts when revilers utter these things
And they pay no mind to the problems it brings.
Hostages of our minds is what we have become,
And that's the honest truth—but belief comes from none.
One day she was normal, and he was full of life.
But now it's all changed, and they've picked up their knives.
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Hope in the Mourning
PoetryCOMPLETE ✔️ Highest ranking: #175 in Poetry! (3/15/17) - Where there is mourning, there is also hope. Despite the struggles and the losses we mourn-mental, physical, or emotional-good can come out of it. But even when there seems to be not hope as a...
