My Blog
But as all things it has to end.
Stealthily just like a mouse,
Alone I crept into my house,
In the stillness of the night,
My pains and sorrows do invite.
Staring at my Samsung screen,
Pouring out hurts that can't be seen.
Who would know the pain I'm in,
Except my blog who is my kin?
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