"I long for death before the sun rises from the west,
I long for a love that's far and poisoned.
I long for days that are numb and awkward,
I long for a moment where I'm all alone, but never unhappy."
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Forsaking My End
PoetryWords 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...
