The world moves without
Turning it's back
Never to face again
I am the darkness
Crying alone
I am my father's broken dreams
Leaving cold
The worst part of the day
Is me
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
So interesting that one would assume the worst elements it is hard to believe. Nicely written
Thanks. I'll get back to work soon
You are most welcome
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