In The End

I've shed enough tears to water all the fields in all the lands

But it was worth it because in the end i am the one who's holding the hand 

Of an angel on earth, it's so foreign to me

To not be living depressed and engulfed in misery 

This poem is about: 
Me

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. 

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