The pathNo matter how difficult the path becomes,no matter what peril presentsitself along the way,always remember,you are not alone on this world,continue to struggleand never lose hope.You are not alone.
The last poemThis is the last poem, I write for you,after this, I am through.No longer will you haunt my days,searching for things I cannot replace.Everything loses its value,seems I've fallen out of your venue.I promised you love forever,I will keep my word, even if you've said never.Do not search for me again,I do not want to be a part of your game.My heart has turned into ash,makes a nice pile of stash.The soul hungers for more,the mind has decided, that's all.
DoomPresence, strongly felt.Absence, cannot be dealt.People's gaze,brings even more haze.Lands are passing by,as I try to saygoodbye.All I want is -stay.Dark soil.Does it spoileverything,leaves nothing?Green forgives,makes life bloom,as fast as horses,can escape your doom.
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