Category : Poems

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Sometimes I imagine my future, 
And I am only able to see a thick, 
Smoky fog over my bloody tears. 

 I just want to be happy
 And live in harmony with myself.
I have no time to waste
 Listening to dramas of the biggest liars. 

 Sometimes I imagine a bright future,
 Surrounded by people who love me,
 Writing successful books, 
Being recognized...

 By those who think in the way I write,
 To be the voice to tell them
 That they are not alone, at least.