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My heart which clad in hatred are the things that weight me down. As I can no longer sing. Nor the words flows from my mind.
To obsess with perfection. Every little things became too much to bear. Might I be losing my way. Then again.. If only I can forget all the things which pains me. Might I be able to forget the pain.
If only I can give an end to everything. A closure for this play.
To obsess with perfection. Every little things became too much to bear. Might I be losing my way. Then again.. If only I can forget all the things which pains me. Might I be able to forget the pain.
If only I can give an end to everything. A closure for this play.
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The keyword says "closure" perhaps when the name called is yours this poem will truly be over.
and... end sage and weird moment lol
Sad but deep poem good sir