I think at this point in my life
Nothing is better than death's sweet embrace
No money, no riches, nor beauty
Could compare to finally being at peace
To not worry my tomorrow
Or regret my yesterday's
This life that was only mine to borrow
I give it up, dear creator
Let me give it up.
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Those Things You Call A Poem
شِعرJust a collection of my in and out creativity. This is my rant area so warning, it's cringe, and emo, and just a mess.
