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A short poem explaining how painful and great life can sometimes be, written by myself. |
Nothing explains life. Not the warmth it brings Not the cool breeze Not the blood from death Not the pain that seers inside me Not the misery that haunts us Not the doubts that engulf us Whether if it's S U R V I V A L or T R A G E D Y nothing can heal our losses. Only one course keeps us alive and pleased. The DREAMS that are buried within us, pure and released. |