Ever longful nights
Filled with sorrowful sights
I fear the foolish frights
Of grand inescapable heights
The nights grow longer
While days grow shorter
It leaves me confined in a corner
With fear that has no border
I fear what might happen tomorrow
Waves of weary worries and sorrow
And guilts of the past that follow
Hoard in my heart that is already hollow
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Author:
Yustaf (Pseudonym) (
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