The grass is greed,
The wind is vain,
As my tears won't dry,
I must suffer this pain.
As the sun must set,
As the night sets in,
As my heart must fret,
I must suffer this sin.
And as one has died,
And another starts dying.
When the third is gone,
I must suffer this crying.
And so my heart has shattered,
hope it shatters no more,
for too many have died,
Must I suffer more?
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My poem?sayings book....yeah
umm ok I like to write poems and sayings, so when I'm feeling like i will just write something random. Sometimes it's deep, sometimes it's shallow, sometimes you understand and then sometimes it might not make sense... yeh most will be short lil thin
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Just do as I say,
And I will be your slave
