Breaking, breaking
Falling hard
Shaking, quaking
Of my heart
Tumbling, tumbling
Sinking deep
Crumbling, stumbling
In my sleep
Cutting, slicing
Aiming high
Just one goal:
To reach the sky.
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When they don't understand (poems)
Thơ ca"We're all in the same game,just different levels.Dealing with the same Hell,just different Devils"~Unknown So no matter what we're all the same in the sense that we have our own problems that we try hard to deal with.Remember,when they don't unders...
