I got a feeling that im addicted to pain or the suffering but i withold my happiness
I puff away any trace of subliminal saddness but i suspect this is my suicidal terraine
I cant accept what was is nolonger to be when summing up my quatraine
Emphaphany doesnt come often anymore
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My Soliloquy Disgruntled With Love
Poetryin search for the inevitable Paz felicidad amor