-Sadness and Pain -
Her quest for the meaning of her existence and identity
It promised rarely good, although everything was laid in fate's hands
She thought the pain was supposed, and depression was her everyday life
Behind her walls, there is a dark and gloomy world
Small tears escaping her bloodshot eyes
She has stopped believing in fake dreams, many years back
A flash of red streams flowing continuously
Is it too late ... silence waiting
03.07.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
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Eight lines of fate,
when you wonder if it is too late Poetry Contest
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3rd place in the contest
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