It all ends one day,
And we discover the vanity in our actions
The people we hurt
And the hearts we broke.
We go to the grave
And begin a new journey
In a place unknown
A never ending one.
The things we said
The things we heard
The people we talked to
And the places we went to
All these stand against us
The justification of our rightful place
We have a lot to lose
From doing that which is cruel.
I write poems but I don’t really get people to review it. I would be happy if I get support from people ;everyone’s opinion matters.
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