I keep seeing the best in people
when
all they ever want is only
the best of me.
It's so tiring to live like I do.
I'm almost empty.
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Silence and Secrets..(Book 2)
Poetry(POETRY BOOK 2) SILENCE AND SECRETS. The race of sperms, a baby born. The race for marks, a scholar won. A race of humans, our humanity lost. A collection of thoughts that of a fool. A lost soul, to be found who refused. And of all the things in t...
Empty.
I keep seeing the best in people
when
all they ever want is only
the best of me.
It's so tiring to live like I do.
I'm almost empty.
