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Best Poems Written by Rhunick Mack

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Society of a Youth

My Thoughts are heavy
I cry at times.
Because I'm plauged by the pain
in this life of mine.
Born into a storm 
of pressures and pain.
And broken dreams with not even one promise.
So from within the shadows I came
played god's praying game
and decided...
I had to live life in my way.

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My Mind 1a

lost n my own
mind.
world of 2 poverty make u
go insane.
little kids runnin the dark 
streets without a soul.
my simpathy n compassion for others 
start 2 suffer.
but nobody cares
my feelings and thoughts.  
r of my own 
mental creation
wit no co-operation.

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When I Cry I Cry Alone

When I went to the top
you were with me.
And when got there you said
you'd always love me.
But behind your trustful smiles
there was another face unseen.
A face without a color.
A face without a smile.
With on a body with no hart.
So when I tripped and fell
you didn't help to catch me.
But instead you let and watched me fall
when you said you'd always love me.

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For Better Or Worse

You took me in and held me close
for within your arms you kept me.
But within your hart there wasn't just I
but yet there was another.
One for pleasure and another for love
and the latter was for me.
But then there was the other side
another man... 
That I shall hope to never see.
But within long walks and journeys through
one's on deep desires.
I've come to grips 
with your mistake.
Only and truly because
I will always love you....

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Welcome To Me

I'd rather be in hell 
than to exist in jail.
lost in my own 
mind.
swore I seen the devil in an empty glass
of hennesey.
completely lost 
i close my eyez.
revange at all cost
my life is Hell.

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Way of Pain

sold my soul 
myself 2 hell.
lost from light  
look
2 heven.
thank god 2 trap
myself away
from the pain.
suffering lil babies dying
lying n caskets 
were's the love all 
of that so little N simple
compassiion?

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Idle Hands

Lil-babies are dying
N caskets.
trapped in pain
burning n ashes.
buck da compassion
cus they don't even care......
but it's what is wrote down
that brings us here to question .
Of weather there's a god or 
even a heaven.