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By the cast of his temperament I burst
Of millions of nothing we force
And I did little to correct it
Giving up in finding the true sense
I was certain, we're falling broken
Faults --- no one openly taken
Fucked up lie, we're constantly trying
In growing darkness we stayed lurking
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Altum Uchū: Beauty of Pains
PoetryA space meant for poems. The sufferings and pain of yesterday. And the pain of the what ifs and why nots. A mind works differently alone
