The moon,
The stars,
The sun, all life depends on these objects.
My heart, as broken as a piece of shattered glass.
The world, corrupt as a billionaire man.
Everyone, hurting and killing for fame.
The money and people, all go down the drain.
The pain and suffering, here it is again to stay my life has drained away.
My heart is strong, my love is weak.
I'm pulled onto strings, like a puppet In a show.
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Unknown Love
Short StoryThe day begins, the day darkened the hearts broken and shattered, his body bleeding red the smell of his blood running down onto my bed sheets from his dismantled body is a never fading stench.
