By: p.a. LEX
A place where loneliness reaches its prime.Where all reckless thoughts roam free;Where voices of doubts ride endlessly;And where abundant of tears fall mercilessly.A place which traps us within closed-walls.Where melancholy cast shadows in every corner;Where each fight seems to get tougher;And where depression never sobers.
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Pages of Despondence
PoetryA batch of poetries and short stories for the broken. You may portray it in any way you want. Most of my works are for the abused, scorned and rejected.
