Weekly Pain
I’m living for nothing,
lost in my own memories,
looking out for something
to write in my stories.
I got fire in my mind,
burning my thoughts,
and I’m dreaming of finding
the end of my suffering.
The winding wind someday ago
killed my hope bloodily,
suddenly, my soul became grey
and I tried to remain strong.
When my soul was lost,
and my dreams died,
my heart broke out,
and I left forever.
aetivxterry
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