In my lorn lone world
is my grave with a glass window
where my curtains
through all the seasons
shall never close...
Here I rhyme the woes
of my soul
that were buried alive
in my reality
penning down
every beat of my heart
'till my last inhale...
Through all the cold truths
that I fought to withstand
through my words
The time has come for me
to stop gazing through my window
and close my never drying
teary eyes
that cried all my pain
through all my days...
Manuelle Augustine
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