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The End


As the days go on, the clouds start to darken. The tangled mess you create only becomes worse. Our tear stained cheeks and the blood on our hands stain our skin. For our past haunts us, and our mistakes we make are never forgotten. We ache and throb in the feeling of grief. Betrayal and hurt run through our veins. All trust nowhere to be seen, heard, touched, or spoken. Over time, we start to throw our lives away from what brings us down. Even if we have so much ahead of us, we push those away. Then our chances, one by one go down the drain. Love is broken. We accept the love we think we deserve. Though it is not the right love. We end up searching for the right love while being in the wrong love for years. Become misguided for what you deserve and you pick and choose less than you deserve. As life goes on, we judge and disapprove of the different. We become angry at ourselves and that is reflected upon others. Eventually the whole world turns angry and selfish. Where is our humanity when it's in need?  

 
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Jan Wienen
<p>Thank you</p>

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