Haven't you heard enough stories to beware of the lion in the well?
Haven't you read enough dystopia to know how it all begins?
Don't you know by now that hope was the Satan all along?
Haven't you been paying attention to what you were seeing?
There's a reason for existence of clichés
And it's stories like the one's you lived
Weren't there enough red flags
To get alarmed?
Or did you always know?
How sick of you to love your suffering?
Or maybe I'm being too harsh
Maybe you never knew
Maybe you're really suffering
And maybe it's your own making.....
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Dear Diary
Poetry"I was so busy living in thoughts that when life was actually happening it struck so odd" This is a series of miscellaneous poem about nature, adventure, love, friendship, self identity, memories, hope, road trips and still more :)! P.S : do commen...
