Undone
Do you know i've written a lot,
Some stories and poem,
Some sad and happy,
But most are undone,
Like every love story,
of everyone in agony,
Like every pain of every left behind,
They are mostly undone,
Like every life being wished to end,
Or every sleep disturbed by nightmares,
Like every words I would have told him,
Most of them are undone,
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