PAINS IN LAND
Hope is the last hope
This time, I can't cope
Please, somebody hand me a rope
And buy me a healing soap
I was on the ground
But it feels like no one was around
Plus the feeling of carrying a huge mound
I can do that all, without even making sounds
I was shot by the truth
Slap by the insults
Punch by the mistaken rules
Even kicked by the lies for cure
I haven't see the whole world
I am still in a beginners world
I can describe it in a thousand words
But still, I don't have the strongest sword.....
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Fruit of My Boredom
PoetryA poetry that will make you feel like you are riding in a roller coaster.
