There's just too much to expect. The derailment that tears and rips me apart cannot be accounted for I try to give my best without rest. But it's like a snake passing on a rock without its path being seen. Like a man toiling as he passes through the snowstorm. His steps and all of his efforts were covered hurriedly by the snow. In the daylight, none of his work is to be shown. Though he has toiled and suffered all night. No one knows Yet he gives a smile and keeps up the good work.Neverlacking
9 January 03, 2023, 01:25 0Hambre y miseria cierna a un hombre que apostó hasta su familia en mangos cocidos
6 August 21, 2023, 18:53 0sorry por no subir nada ni siquiera un poema chiquitito sorry ;(
1 March 26, 2023, 00:51 0"Please, Mother..." I begged. She ignored me. What had I done to deserve such treatment? I guess I'll never know. I tugged on the braided hair framing my face, a nervous habit. "You are no child of mine," Mother hissed. I winced. "I'm sorry," was all that I could say. I must've done something pretty bad, huh? Guess we'll never truly know. "Sorry won't fix this," she said. "Then help me," I whispered. She faced me. "I could," she said, "And I will."
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