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All That's Left Unsaid

Amateur writer who is still exploring, loves reading books, and loves to procastinate

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In the solitude

He sat by the river

No one to hold his hands,

No one to share his sorrows.

His eyes manifested his sadness.

he was drowning in the hopes

he once believed would come true.

But now he perceives

the truth, he was

living in eternity of misery.

No one to sing him lullabies,

he was dismayed by everyone he loved

Now walking towards the river,

With a hope to be loved

in his next life , but

for he knew it was in vain.






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