When the bell of departing chimes,
'll I remember my greatest crimes?
When each letter with blood I wrote
Broke my pen and my will fought
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The poems to which my soul I gave rebel on me and freedom crave Suddenly it seems such a waste How sad and bitter these all taste brilliant and touching u have it rowan write more often...great cheers
There is always hope and tomorrow is another day. One never knows what a day will bring forth.
Oh! this is penned beautifully and brings out the inner sorrows with amazingly selected words.. rated 10! and all the best Rowan :)