blues
it has to be faced
most of the time
in my case;
I am not fine
but I have to live with it
go on with life in a pretentious ways
though woefulness
slowly kills me every time;
but in between screaming silences
white noises, and humming sobs
a pitch of light still illuminates
in my tarry darken world
gentle wind still brushes hope
telling me I still have my reasons to live
coffee
words
love
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>senti_jhie
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'...heart's minstrelsies'
Poetry'...I just love, that's what the fuck I do' '...heart matters'
