Late night cries,
a racing heart.
Hopeful dreams,
but burning scars.
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Forsaking My End
PoesiaWords that are splashed with colors, sadness, tranquility, unreality, and expectations. Don't you sometimes feel lonely? As if no one understands you. As if you're drowning but there's no one to save you? If yes, then grab this collection of poems...
