Impulse - Poem by Sara Orosco
Acting on an Impulse,
To take away the hate,
Embrace the sadness, blood, and pain,
There's nothing left in life to gain.
And then I shall be free,
After my life of misery.
My soul will go where I so choose,
For I will have nothing left to loose.
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