A short poem about despair.
This is the doorstep of sorrow The home of woe The street of shattered souls The neighborhood of empty dreams and false promises Where smiles are drowned by icy tears And hopes are blown away by the cold winds This is the end of the world, the end of emotions The barren roads of the lost and broken So welcome neighbor You’ll love it here
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