Genesis
In the end,
words were scarce
Pain was immense
Tragedy was real
Moments were dark
and there was this
urge to disappear
A series of unfortunate events
that shaped a life of indifference
and letting go things,
without much fight
without much fuss.
Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2020-11-25 at 02:26
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