The breeze haunts my soul
With the warmth of a mother
Pushing me down a deep dug hole
Suddenly i saw another
A bunch of lights
Showing me the way
Showing me my rights
While i am going away
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Author:
Cerise (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 21st, 2026 15:29
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Comments1
That sounds dark and sad. Well expressed
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