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Our misery grows deep, How can this be? There is nothing greater than hatered of, Your own soul is wider than you belive, No coming out just closed pain... SelfDestruction is bliss.....

by seth kennedy

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Amazingly powerful poem which reflects a man's repentance in his old age over his callous approach towards life during youth. Thanks. This enters MyPoemList now.
Beautiful. Makes one want to seize the day, and drain every dropp of joy from life.