Constant Sorrow
I’m so tired,
Running after life,
Full of anger, hatred and ignorance,
Sick of wearing the mask,
Of being an ideal person,
Wanted to go wild again,
To a carefree road,
That leads to happiness,
And peace inside.
Poetry by Zalan
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Written on 2016-09-25 at 18:18
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