Who am I anymore?
Even I don't know
I wasn't like this
My happiness didn't partially depend on another person
One time it was beautiful
Even if I knew there was an ending
One time it was everything I wanted
I'm not so sure anymore
Because this time it hurts and I can't help it
When you don't approach me
When you're not here but somewhere else
And yet people still say I should believe
That it's the most beautiful feeling in the world
Well they forget to mention it's the worst one too
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Taste Of Freedom
PuisiWhat happens when a 17-year-old student discovers books and poetry while studying for the most important exams of her life? Well, words become her best friends! This is a collection of my original poems. When I write more, I'll upload them. Some poe...
