When will my sorrows be over?
Why must there always be hate?
I want to live,
not just exist, not just survive.
I want to break free
of these tribulations
to see the beauty of the world.
But this war is dragging me
down.
My hopes being driven
into the ground
right in front of my eyes.
An ever growing fear strangles my heart.
Why must I
suffer in a
war I never
started?
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PoesiaHere's to the readers, To the dreamers, The child within To the heartbreakers And the risktakers To those that try something new Here's to the lonely The forgotten, The one who doesn't know what to do with themselves To the one searching for somethi...
