Life is like raindrops pounding, and stabbing.
On the lock of this heart trying to break free the.
Very cold, a lifeless heart that been broken, so many times that.
Each time it was broken it would be hardened up even more it.
Still waits to be free of the cold lifeless chains that bound the heart.
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Poem's of many things
PoetryHey everyone I am back with more poems about things and some feelings I hope you all will enjoy them thanks and their might be some short story's in it peace out guys
