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My fucking life

There is whiteness in my hair
Is this the end?
Talk no bullshit, am I going?
Don’t teach me life lessons of hope
I don’t need them, I am full of remorse
Spent blood, screaming soul and everything
That is shitty in your eyes
Don’t teach me life lessons of hope
See, this hair is no longer mine
Neither are you
What was this wait worth for?
I question my patience
I question my love
Now I am fucking old, with no energy
Just steely fucking love for you
Tell me what to do of it
Tell me where to bury it
It is burning me
Don’t teach me lessons of hope
I don’t need them, I am full of remorse
Yes, this is the end of my fucking life

By aamerbasher

Aamir Bashir is a Romance fiction writer. He has been writing for a while. Her Choice to Love is his first book.

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