Sufferance - Poem by Tim McLaughlin
Pain too overbearing.
Love lost in the times.
I cry for seemingly no reason.
My world hurts so much.
Pull me out of it.
Release me from the suffering and strife.
Destroy what is me.
End my perception.
I cry for everyone.
But not everyone cries for what I see.
Let us end the old world.
Create one anew,
where I can live without this feeling.
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