Even if death comes by
I have these words
To leave the world
Even if I don't see, Goodbye!
The works that have been already altered
Many times by my own worth
Even how many changes, I change?
I still don't see some sort
There isn't always a certainty
Inside my body
My mind changes quickly
That I have different personalities daily.
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THE CLOUDWALKER
Poesía𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 (𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧) - Living in my own words is better than to suffer your world. "THE CLOUDWALKER" is a collection of poems about the feeling of not belonging to the world, feeling of being trapped in the past, presen...
