So Wrong..
With all this chaos I believe poetry died..
thinking to my self why does the world have to be so cruel
drowning in my sorrow in my own pool..
The lesson i take from life , I apply it like a tool
nobody's perfect , lied to got treated like a fool
Nothing real anymore , reality gave birth to fiction
fairy tails aren't true but we all are wishing.....
This poem is about:
Me
My country
Our world
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