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Category : Poems

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A bleeding constant;
Always falling from nowhere.
I choose them;
Yet I end up the never chosen. 
I've an issue;
Falling for caring and sincerity.
I no longer have patience,
I've waited so many times;
For the same fucking answers.
Another gravestone ready to plot;
On top a heart running out of space.
I'm tired, and I've grown weak;
Like a boat with holes, I leak. 







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