I pledge myself to never love again
For I'm cursed, I bring suffering
To all I touch, to all I love
My love is torment, my soul a hell
If death spares me, I shall remain alone
Burning in the corner, in my own fire
So that no innocent soul suffers by it —
Never ever again.
About the Creator
Mohamed Sakhiri
merely for self expression
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