Pessimystic_scribes
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A cry, a wail, call what you may
A truth, a story, here to stay
My words might be harsh but they are the truth seen, yet never spoken. They are unheard cries.Things we become deaf to,things we turn a blind eye to. A series of poetry that touches all ugly yet real aspects
Of life. They might seem harsh but reality has always been that way. So if you enjoy my works let me know in the comment section as I would love to hear your views on it.