Wishful Dreams Poems

Hate is strong
a strong force
a force we all have
have in our heart
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In the dark
there will always be a light
But this light is dying out
Dying, dying why?
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Bloody wrist
on the arm
driping on the ground
total darkness
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She is like a flower
like a rose
sweet brown hair
floffy like candy
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Life is cruel
Life is dark
Nobody care
If you live or die
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