Category : Poems
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When my wounds were supposed to heal,
Someone put salt on them.
When my heart was supposed to be happy,
Someone left it wounded and broken.
I asked the sky to let the rain come,
I asked my thoughts to leave my mind alone.
I prayed for the pain to go
Before I passed away.
When the sun was supposed to rise,
Night came first with loud thunder and sighs.