Category : Poems

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Losing the things I really cared about, 
Feeling empty every time I think about...

 For some like me...
 Life is not about winning, 
 I keep some fragments of dreams
 That cause the bleeding inside me.

 Losing the route I should take,
 Like a robot repeating the same moves.
 A part of me hates what I loved,
 Life is not the way I imagined it as a child...

My heart breaks the chains,
 My bones pierce my cells, 
My mouth burns my words,
A part of me hates what I loved once.