To love is to hate
To lose is to win
To live as a bait
Is to die as a sin
Are we not afraid
That these all are just made
For us to suffer
And for them to enjoy?
Is there really a flesh
In our so called "life"
Or are we all just tricked
To believe in sacred lies?
To value is to ignore
To listen is to bore
So now here we all are
One and truly in sore.
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Author:
Miss Faye (
Offline) - Published: May 12th, 2022 05:44
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Got a feeling you're spot on.
Enter at your peril. You know you're going in.
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