The Morbid Hour

The Morbid Hour

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"I hate the nights where I feel so hollow inside I feel so damn empty and out of place I hate the nights where my mind wanders to the unknown, and all I return with is sadness I hate counting the tears that run down my cheeks and collect upon my pillow I hate that the only thing I have at night to comfort me is my loneliness and the only thing I feel surrounding me is darkness I hate it all."
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Red isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood, Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries, Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave, Petals aren't always soft, sometimes they prick the soul. No plagiarism/No hatred plz. Also some things might contain mature contents like self harm. I want to say those kinds of suicidal poems are not to inspire anyone to self harm. I'm strictly against self harm myself. Those thoughts are just a means to release myself. Started writing this book around 25th June, 2021

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