they ask me how I do that -
living despite the misery that the cosmos bestowed upon me.
they questioned my calmness;
my inability to plot revenge for everything and everyone that has done me wrong.
they told me I must despise this cruel world.
but how could I do so,
if this world
has you.
// unable
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Evanescence (Poetry & Prose)
Poetrythere is so much i want to tell you, yet i have no voice to say. then words came to the rescue, and poetry has it all became. ➿ to all our constants who treated us as temporary ➿ Highest Rank: #6 in Literary & 3 in Short Poetry (tags) #11 in Broken...
