What am I? Who am I?
Is there purpose in my life
Or am I here to just pass by?
Lost oneself, lost in thought
Then I saw there lies a knife
Whith my inner thoughts here I fought
Kept it close, kept it near
Pent up feeling left in strife
Now my anger disappear
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Words
RandomSometimes we can't show what we wanted to show, sometimes all we have is a pen and a paper where we can write it all, every feelings, every emotion, but sometimes even that is not enough. This a collection of my own written poetries, some are random...
