A strange thing you are
Worry everyday
Lose your voice in lack of confidence
Or have nothing to say
You see the things you lost
And not the things you gain
Have a life full of blessings
But write poems full of pain
You can't regret what you have done
For it is all in the past
No need to stress about it
The end comes fast
When you focus on hurt
More will come to strike
You write sad poems because
That's what the people like
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Author:
RSH (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 5th, 2023 08:25
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Comments1
Hoping you are visited by a cathartic peace that often finds the writer of a heartfelt piece.
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