I don't know when will this journey end,
barefoot i am walking
on this burning path,
which seems without an end,
my feet are growing heavier
with every step,
my heart is racing for
the finish line,
and my heels are
burning like coal,
I am crying of pain,
but
my tears are nothing to this fire,
instead,
it makes it burn
higher and higher,
trying to kill my desire,
so
I will just pretend,
because i know,
like an illusion
it will end
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Patched hearts
PuisiI don't know how to write a catchy/fancy book description. but i would say that this book consists of poetry writings that is solely written by me and my feelings. It's my first time letting my poetry out for someone to read. So I have no idea how y...
