They call it love
but I see it as a trap
once you fall in
there is no
easy way out
you come out
with scars pain
and memories
some are good
and some are bad
they can haunt you
make your life
miserable unbearable and tormenting
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Words of mind (Poetry)
PoésieWho am I Why am I alive What is my destiny What is destiny Maybe there is no destiny My first poetry book a collection of my very own poems Read and enjoy ❤❤
