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At times I find how others perceive me has me stressed,
I am not perfect or an angel, but I am trying my best.
I dislike the way I let everything wound my heart,
How I allow trivial matters to break all of me apart.
I've been deprived of the happiness that was once alive,
Only darkness is left, making it unable to survive.
I have been killing myself every day trying to live,
Offering pieces of my heart & all I can give.
At the end of the day, I realize what a fool I've become,
To entrust anyone with my feelings that turned so numb.
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Poems For The Pained Heart
PoetryYou've made it this far so let me tell you a story, About life in this age with all of it's pain and glory. It's been a long journey, it's been a long road, It's been so tiring, you want to go on sleep mode. But wait just a little, just a bit long...
