"I'm lost in world of blood and tears.
Hands pressed against my head, shaking with my fears.
Enemies shouts voiced, levitation used in and out.
Now, the demons called, destroying what i am about."
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Shattered
Poetry"She held on to the thorn knowing it would prick her, and grabbed on to it's roots knowing she would fall, but the hope that flickered in her eyes always seem to shimmer, nothing demolished it at all, she carved her art on the canvas and set the li...
