Such a fatal thing,
Something known as memories.
They just make scars worse,
Sting even more than they were wounds.
Feelings build up on them,
Heart gets used to this feeling,
People change, seasons change,
But with heart stays memories.
Even though they cut right on the scars,
They feel as if they are sweeter punishments.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
