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Those dark days
The roof above me can't protect me anymore from the drops of water caressing my cheek
Reminding me every night that it's okay to be weak
My mind became clouded as my eye became the storm
And it poured down all my pain to my heart full of torns
Darkness became my bed where I'm most comfortable
Nursing my broken heart and whatever's left in my soul
#poem1
© akinom
Reminding me every night that it's okay to be weak
My mind became clouded as my eye became the storm
And it poured down all my pain to my heart full of torns
Darkness became my bed where I'm most comfortable
Nursing my broken heart and whatever's left in my soul
#poem1
© akinom
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