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Short poems

Fighting my inner demons                                                              The happiness of a child

God only knows the battles I've fought,                            The happiness of a child surrounded by poverty,
the ones I haven't won. He's the light                                but still able to make you smile is priceless.
that shines bright in the gloomy night.                                Children should be an example to the rest of
Questions unanswered where time is                                 the world to follow. The show the slightest act
unclear. I'm the reminder of the pain                                 of kindness, have no evil and are humble. Some
that once was here. Messages that no                               raised up in too much misery. Are willing to give
one can hear, but are very clear. Alone                             you everything even if they have nothing and carry
in my fears where agony is near.                                       a personality that melts hearts. Let's rather be
Can this be my end. Oh dear!                                           poor and feel the happiest person inside than rich
                                                                                        and empty inside.

It's the hell I've to withstand everyday                                    
underneath my fake facade. I just wish                              Comes slowly without warning, can't run from it,
I could pack my troubles and leave this                             cause it runs faster. Try escaping it, never. It's
goddamn place, but I don't even have                               always one step ahead laughing, mocking and
the guts to do that cause meanwhile I'm                             taking our love ones. Just surrender when it
just trying to make everyone happy. Even                          arrives, whispering goodbye. Sees the soul that
though the one who needs it more is me.                            is inside insignificant to it's eyes. It's sinister touch
                                                                                         as it leaves the world behind.

                              Lives within the soul, plays with the mind living obscure.
                              Drives insane until one loses vain. Causes pain, agony
                              and fear leaving suicidal near. Pushes to depth of infinity
                              causing mental breakdown. Has the power to evoke every
                              possible flame. Making some physically scared and mentally



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