Poem
I walk and walk to gate beyond
The sun sits slow; her eyes are shut
I look and look, and the dark is dawn
Upon the tomb, my heart is cut
Story
I live life like it was, moments of happiness and excitement with smiles from me before but then the moment impacts here; horror and pain came with sorrow real that tore down the me that was and the me I would want to become.
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Reality of me that was and is
RandomAnthology of poetry and stories with themes ranging from sorrow to melancholy thoughts.