No praise that she ever gets,
Instead of a glare and laughter
She saves thousands but killed by a hundred
She's salvage other but none saves her
She cries, with every tear being fallen sheath
silly silly dilly dally
No one loves her
The withered flower quietly living
And once again, she saves a soul
And it was the monster ones
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The Monster's Legacy
PoetryTo be Alive and Breathing is a gift But those gift isn't enough to make a soul, a human After everything I've been through After the battle, I've lost and win [Am I Human yet?] Poetries with short stories compilations, originally by ©YoSyerin Warnin...
