Category : Poems
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I lived longer in the dark,
The light awaits me at the end of my life.
I felt the rain on my skin more than I felt the sun.
I don't care what day it is today,
For me they are all the same.
I'm waiting for the wind to carry me like dust
Above the field when I'm dead.
I'm a worm that wanted to become a butterfly,
But my wings were broken
And I got used to seeing the world below.
I rarely saw the light,
I got used to the darkness I have.
My tears have covered the sun,
The light awaits me at the end of my end.