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In my younger days, life was pink,
But these days my hope can only sink.
My eyes ran out as a pen of ink
Making my memories unbury to think.
I think…

In my younger days, happiness was aflow,
But these days, into sadness will it grow.
My deepest grudges all get into a row
In my head. I don’t want them to show.
I show…

In my younger days, all was in symmetry,
But these days, all’s in a cemetery.
Everyone seems to be so free,
Do you think it’s because I show no sympathy?
No sympathy…

I think I show No sympathy

This post was submitted by Mervet Ziane.

Category: Sad Poems
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