That feeling will come,
When you left something behind.
And you were running with your decisions.
Happiness means nothing,
When you feel it there.
The wealthiness that shatters is just a plain paper,
When you feel it deeper.
You wish that things never stop would be paused.
And if it would work,
A second counts your life.
But it has nothing to stare behind,
And running with the same speed.
Keep it in the chest only grows that guilty.
Bury it in the deepest place will remain that guilty.
Maybe a voice,
Maybe an action,
That can turn off the flames of guiltiness.
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Thoughts
PoesíaNot all words can let out by the physical actions to make the other people to know what you actually mean.
