Anew Wolves Are Fighting In My Soul - Poem by Saniya Galeyeva
Anew wolves are fighting in my soul.
And I am feeling black like a crow.
My old scars are bleeding like hell.
Shall I rise to my feet again?
I had a sack of pride but I lost it all.
And I am feeling black like a piece of coal.
There is no rescue in anyone's eyes.
Kind people keep hurting me telling lies.
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