Where were you,
When my whole world was falling down.
Where were you,
When I couldn't get up from the ground.
Where were you,
When all the demons pulled me deep.
Where were you,
When my daylight was bittersweet.
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Poems.
PoésieI believe, writing is artistic. Every time you hold a pen, you make art with the ink in that pen, a beautiful drawing. Writing can express a lot, more than you can imagine. Without writing our existences are meaningless. So everyone should take the...
