mornA Poem by Pinkybest if read aloud!
Another morn Filled with decay I rise and ache Feeling hostile
I feel scorn Everything’s gray Living is fake So is my smile
For I am torn Wilting away Every day break Begins denial
The worlds reborn Another day Swallow and take How this worlds vile © 2008 PinkyAuthor's Note
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