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Damn! The Hotroad | Poem

Wouldn’t be there lies the truths,

Which we sewn over days,

To work on survival in doom,

The lives are coming on screams,

Where to write more, Liebe?

I give up the facades now,

I can’t take more of pain,

Still, a part of me says,

There were worst moments of breathe.

Today, I know I am not myself,

The urges are strong,

The mind is restless,

I struggle to go on,

I struggle to see myself.

©sjwordsmith

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