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The fate didn't even gave me a chance to be happy everyday,
It always making a way to make me this devastated,
I am asking why.. But I can't even get any answer,
I wanted my millions questions to be answered;
But no one want me to,
It's like I am fighting to a fire,
A fire that keeps on gaving someone's light.
But why I can't even appreciate it's light?
And then it's hit me.. A hard one,
Can't appreciate it because it is the reason why I became devastated,
The fire is my enemy,
And it's slowly burning me.
And when I finally became an ashes.
I felt useless.
Oh--I've been useless even before,
The fire won.
I did burn.
And tragically became an ashes.
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The Pain Will Gradually Diminish Through This Poem
PoesíaUnsaid thoughts that became a poem ahead. Cover is not mine, credits to the owner.
