World of Scars

World of Scars

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The world of scars, Of dread and shards, Of broken dreams and hearts, Form poetry so dark. Mysterious ways of the world, Humans cruelty, and loss, Will this ever stop? Will the pain and voidness go on? Hatred, anger, guilt, and pain, Bring voices whispering ruination to minds, Only the people who saw through those blinds, Will understand these poems lines. [These are my collection of poetries about the dark side of life. None of these poems are allowed to be copied without my permission. Read with caution.] By: N. I. Black
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Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.

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