Category : Poems

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Gray house, 
   The windows closed.
  It's dark. 
 I don't do drugs, 
 I feel tired of life. 

Gray house with white walls,
  I crawl through the rooms
  With blind eyes and empty soul,
   Looking for the way out,
To breathe freely in this life at least once.

Gray house, 
 White curtains cover the glass,
Green grass covers the small trees,
  Looking for a way to speak through my tears.