There
is a pain
in my chest
that I
can't control.
Never knew
how
or why
or when
was
or it
there
in the first place.
It developed,
it happened,
it transformed
by itself.
And that pain,
is the cause
of sadness.
And that sadness,
is the cause
of pain.
S. J.
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Poems
Poetry"love is a game of tic-tac-toe constantly waiting for the next x and o" This book consists of poems about life, love & pain. We all experience different things in our lives. We all met different people that changed our lives. We are all different. B...
