by Mercedes
(Indiana)
A place far away,
In the land of nowhere,
Is an imaginary city,
Full of pain,
Full of suffering,
Full of pity,
This barren city ,
Is where the lost souls,
And the broken people run,
Because the reality,
We live in is cruel,
And we broken ones are done.
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