Category : Poems

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A little bit of us dies every day, 
 We drown our feelings...
  To stop our love.

 There's not much
  Left of this heavy world,
  Hate has come 
 To rule the love,
 To ruin true love.

  And I hear the word war,
 More often than the word peace, 
  We should stay silent for so long,
  So as not to disturb the rich. 


We die every day, 
  A little bit of us burns,
  They call this normality,
  I call this death.