In the morning, the heavens opened and it began to rain. Bella grabbed her umbrella to get to school, as she walked out of the hostel the first
Living a ghost life of no destination
Living out of a shadow on location
A life of tears, sorrow wandering on
The path of no return of termites
Bruises all over and hurt in the heart
Life of unending tears of hot and heat
With no joy to return to the mother earth
When the feeling of taking ones life
When the bell of suicide strikes to ring
She is dead already just wandering
Which path, heaven or hell
Just the moment she realizes the reality
Life is unfair to the fair fact to be faced
Looking fixated fidgeting and fierce,
Life is hard to understand in its coin to pay
To frick and trick the descendants to pray
To die and to live again in wonder
To weary and worry in want
To hope for help in hapless cases in vain
To seek death and refuse to die in rain
Of sorrow that spanks one like whip
So terrible life could be wary fully armed
So much ammunition to captured armless.
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