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The crying
The violence
Now begins the horror
The heartbroken silence
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No money or love
Can save me
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YOU ARE READING
Follow the dying
Poetry"I cried over dreams I thought were real." { HR:- #14 } Copyright © thetaniatariq2017 #1 - sadteen ~ all poems are mine.
