Category : Poems

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The good times don't come back,

 This year came only with bad.

The pain made my blood black.

I ended up avoiding everyone.  
I don't remember the last time I laughed, 

But I cried every night

 And twice a day for a long time.
I only get bad news, 

I don't know ; what happens?

Is this the hell?

Or is it the ending I never wanted?