these hours that not every thought has been taken by everyone else yet
these are the hours,
where the demons come outto every story,
there's always 2 sidesthe lie which he'll make himself believe
or
the truth that will take time to unfoldit's up to me to move on
and
it's up to you to apologizebut i know that
you never willand
i am okay with thatthe more i grow up,
the more i realize i was just a teenager going thru a faze that took years to realize that it was stupidthese hours are time to reflect
was this a lesson
or something i had to go thru to build thicker skini guess i'll never know
i wanna escape sometimes,
but there's no one to run toit's either time will tell
or
your fate is sealedsecrets don't stay secrets forever
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what's out there ( a poetry story )
Poetrydeception is never ending, but so is the reality of my life read pay attention focus to every word i say welcome to your chapter