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May 12
Too young to regret; too old to start over
Hold on the night to scream over you hate
Dreamt the love with warrant,
Do the world pay you to be a loner?
Torture the life you deserve,
You found none to weep
Fake your way; leave the scars

To feel the waves in reverse,
Drowned in blood, I'd smile in peace
I'd work for it, to grow back in time
To feel the dark; dreaming a lifetime for more
Pay the mystery to buy the eternity
Tackle the judge,
Forsake the grief,
****** the past....
This poem is for anyone who’s ever stood at the edge of their own story, wondering whether to rewrite it or burn the pages.
Written by
BROKERSHEART  22/F
(22/F)   
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