It's time for me to do this,
To love and uphold myself.
I know I can do this,
Because no one will ever help me other than myself.
I felt love but still longing for something,
Something that can make me keep going and thrive.
I felt lonely, I don't have anyone other than my parents worth keeping.
How long would I feel this torment inside?
I'm living but felt like dying.
Thanking the book for trying.
To help me to keep going and try living.
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Poems and Randoms
PoesiaI write poems because of school activities, when I'm bored, when I'm lonely, when I contemplate, when I wander through the four corners of the house, etc. There are also random thoughts I write in here.
