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Writer's Pain

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When it's the dark cold days
Morning glories withered with me
With only words dancing on my head
I composed songs of agony.

Whenever rain falls endlessly
I engrave letters with lifeless soul
With nothing but broken lines
And voices of silent cries.

When the night is longer than usual
And there is no possible lullaby,
I let the rhymes ease the pain
Sing along with me 'till dawn.

Whenever tears refuse to fall
Me and all my miseries alone
Embraced ourselves with thorns
' Till I can't feel the pain no more.