When the wind blow for what felt like the last time, my tears became ice to stab me in the heart. I feel as if I had set my self up for something one could never achieve yet my smile stays there. Even with eyes on me I can't help but feel free even in my cage of sadness. Sometimes to be truely happy you have to sacrifice what you need most but I wish for others to find better ways for my heart still hurts with every bump of this never ending road.
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Anguish
PoésieWhat was lost doesn't always equal to what is found. Find what makes you truely happy but don't forget about what you already have with you.
