I'm sick of living life
Pretending something I'm not
I want to be free
To spread my wings and feel the breeze
Feel it on every part of me
I want to let go
Of every little problems
Before it's too late
Before I suffocate
I guess I must have some faith
Time would move on
After we are all gone
I won't spend the day in haste
I'll cherish it
I'll let it come to no waste
I know I must keep true
And not lose myself
Because every part of me
Will someday set me free
And I can be whatever I want to be
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Thoughts and Memories
PoesieSome memories never fade, and some thoughts never truly leave the mind. Whether they are filled with happiness or sadness, if you turn them into poems then it can all turn to something beautiful. Even the most tragic ones.
