Endless fighting
Soundless crying
Every day full of sighing
This life is tiring
I don't quite get the concept
We live to die in the end
We struggle to lose and no one will tend
We love to get hurt and it's hard to mend
Life and death
A gift and debt
Everything in between is tears and sweat
Every day is a game of roulette
Still, We fall in love with life
A masochist playing with the knife
Embracing the pain with all might
Kept going and afford to smile bright
Crawling to reach the goal we set
Clinging to sanity and not forget
One life is all we can get
Spend it wise until his condition is met
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PoetryThis is not just a compilation of poems, prose, monologues and one shot stories, but it is a piece of my heart. Every word, every sentence, and every story in this book has been beautifully assembled over time, with love and care. This is a book fil...
