Deep
29/05/2025
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Cruel World
In this day of age where people suffer, Everyone passes by. watching as the days stretch like rubber, peace can't be found inside. For those who stop and help, They are always trampled and used. No one helps due to pain, Alll they show is a mascarade.
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Mxtrix40
Novice Poet
3 poems written
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