Tried | Poem

What makes me shiver and dreadful?

I’m tired of proving I can do,

Walking the streets in pains

I no longer see fit to relieve.

Deathra, let’s go back someday,

The room, the deaths, the pains,

Doesn’t matter if I cry those nights,

Better to leave than to destroy again.



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