My head is aching,
My fists are shaking:
I think I had enough already.
Will it stop?!
Will it end?!
NO!!
Again I said NO!!
I put my trust inside you:
And what do you do?!
You rip it away!!
You will pay for what you've done!
No more sorrow!
No more pain!
I had enough already!
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Kisa's Poetry
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The Healer of Lost Souls
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As I look up to the moon, black feathers rest upon my head.
I then grow my wings to join them.
I then grow my wings to join them.