Every negatiVe
aChing, Sore, pAin
UnhaPpy
Non-functioninG
Tearful at dawn
The mood in pieces
Who would know?
That at the cLiff
Of joy and sorrow
Ever I begged as one do
For a word of Love
Yet, there was none
Just like salt on a burn
Mean words at my face
Blames or lies
I got
And that would be all
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