On the chair where she sits, she is in a place where she wants to run until her feet feel the pain and halt. She thinks it would be an easy way to be kind to herself. Yet instead of doing it, she never tries. She even tries not to feel it, yet she never persists and controls herself. She lets the tears run down her skin instead of letting her feet run down the ground.
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From The Pages of My Soul
PoetryA second book of elevated railway of my emotions. Episodes I never knew I could write. Series I was afraid to dive in with words. This is a collection of poetry and prose originally written by my heart. Volume 2
