She was pulled from her haven,
Healed and awaken
She desperately held onto darkness,
Clinging to the last bit she sees,
But the light came to get her,
Pulling her out from her sanctuary
Was she fortunate for not dying?
Or was she unfortunate for living?
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Poems
PoetrySome poems I made. Sorry if it's not too good, I'm not too great with English and making poems are more like, something to express my thoughts and ideas. These are also really, really short. I don't know how to make long poems lol. But anyways, than...
