I tried to be something I'm not
Hitting My head against the wall
The adrenaline rush before the fall
Learning to lose the people who can't hold on
Learning to let go instead of trying to save everyone
Wanted to be the girl who had all her eggs in a basket
Much time would have passed
But only 3 remain as time goes on ...nothing will be the same.
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Surface. - Poetry Novel
PoetryMemories always seem to eventually come to the surface. These are the ones that stood out to me Enjoy♡ -2024 poetry project
