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There has to be a way To say Whatever I may Losing myself again and again As the pain grows in my chest Trying hard to restore my sane But none retrieves, To stop the pain Tears give way to potholes The depth unknown, Hiding my face With silent mourn Beggy, sunken eyes call to you None pay attention for Some may just come along, Asking for more A drink or two is good enough Thanking the bar when served at night Counting my tears, bearing this love Emotions, rise to fight A guilt in my throat, struck my senses To wake up from this hangover feel Pleading myself in a hurry I made death, a fine deal... ©sim
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
A Deal, With Death
There has to be a way To say Whatever I may Losing myself again and again As the pain grows in my chest Trying hard to restore my sane But none retrieves, To stop the pain Tears give way to potholes The depth unknown, Hiding my face With silent mourn Beggy, sunken eyes call to you None pay attention for Some may just come along, Asking for more A drink or two is good enough Thanking the bar when served at night Counting my tears, bearing this love Emotions, rise to fight A guilt in my throat, struck my senses To wake up from this hangover feel Pleading myself in a hurry I made death, a fine deal... ©sim
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Seema
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Seema
41/F/Fiji Islands
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
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