Crazy, how tears are more than the average we shred
How hopeless when we're tired more than what we said
And how fascinating when one who have dreams got refuel
They shine like a candle of a whole big city and make people feel real
But they burn themselves, and once they're like a cigar tub
They melt like a lava, and will now find another love
Their dreams complete them, and also shred them apart
When there's more desires of the heart than acceptance
Then we'll cry like a rive, those who knows they got no chance
And that's the sad life of dreamers, that turns into a nightmare, and they hate that trance.
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One Hundred Fifty
RandomFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
