STRAP OF DESTINY
As I moved
Chains are hooked
The nostalgia that I feel
Always been book
Destiny is a cheater
Why it would make me suffer
Why not flutter
Lament was fluster
I had reached the cliff
Mg life that is wreck, needs a stitch
But still, help is stiff
One more beep, world will flip
On the road, blood was donated
Why not give it to those whose needed?
I gave a heart but it has been deserted...
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Fruit of My Boredom
PoetryA poetry that will make you feel like you are riding in a roller coaster.
