My Ruined Patterns, Poem by maxpoet beauty

My Ruined Patterns,



My ruined patterns,
My ruined patterns are all mine,
They keep telling me,
No fortune,
No soul and life,

My life patterns were a distraction,
But to wake up and see,
That my relatives and kiths were not playing fair,
I realized that this is Hell already.

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