It's how I feel, scraped from the lies you told;
It's how I feel, built up and shining, silver and gold;
It's how I deal, dying from the inside pain;
It's how I deal, my tears fading into the rain;
It's how I deal, flying away to somewhere new;
It's how I feel, whenever I see you.
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Winter and Steaming Coffee
PoetryMy fifth poetry collection... about coming to terms with oneself.
