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The rain can stop.
My heart can be dry.


 


 

Unreal life put on
a screen.
Living for moments
Like a dream.
Thoughts – pain death.
Heart can break.
Where is hope, faith, and
Charity.
My soul lives here.
Does virtue kill me or
is it me?
Lines of me.



A game not.
A poem not.
Why if me.
I will lie.
Can never try.
I will see

3

My heart break
The try hard
He is fake
Can I die
To sleep-dream
Meet her beach
Drink her water
Kiss the lips
The fool dies
Crushed by Wisdom
She made the world.


 

 

 

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