These people run in blood
First broke her heart before anyone did.
Stabs she endured by their sharp words
She never dreamed being part of 'em
Nor wished to be in despair.
Where's MERRY in Christmas
When her parents keep on arguing?
Where's JOY in Christmas
When darkness swallowed her already?
Yes 2018 is indeed a dog.
It barked big time!
That she's been bitten
Did ran fast that could chased her
Even in the darkest silhouette.
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Her Tears are Poetries
PoetryPain changes someone's out-breathing. Instead of telling, she kept her pain through poetries. She let her tears into words as agonies bled blood in her soul.
