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By Michael Published 5 months ago 1 min read
En - nD
Photo by averie woodard on Unsplash

Pity me if you care,
Mess with me if you dare.
Up and down, we've all been there;
This part for all of us is a - mare;
You shout, hoping somebody would help.
Some might,but really, nobody cares.
Majority are concerned with what they later get.
The aftermath makes everything clear;
All the things you saw, that were fascinating more than a mother deer,
Are all jinxed,were never blessed.
The hands of the Lady by which you want to be caressed,
Is cursed,was never blessed.
I have been wondering, sitting here like this in this citadel;
Why the world is so ***ked and hopeless,
And why only fewer they get;
Things that are blessed.

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