A thought for the broken-heart,
A light for the weak,
I speak for those who've been hurted,
those who is sick of being tired,
And tired of being sick.
A soul for the dead,
A death for the living,
After all I had done for people i loved,
Will they even miss my presence when I stop breathing?
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Dead Poets
Poetry"Poets are among the damned, cursed to commiserate over their loss, to reach with outstretched hands-" -Lang Leav
