Have you ever wondered how you got here?
Does it scare you how easily things could disappear?
Do you go through life with a fight?
Or hide behind walls, never in sight?
I used to be one of those people who hid behind a wall.
Now I do my best to stride through it all.
The feeling I have now couldn't compare to how life used to be.
I'll forever be fighting,
As that's what's best for me.
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Deep Thoughts
PoesíaMy poems that I'd like to share. I started writing poems when I was nineteen. Since I was a child, I've always written my thoughts down, as I'm not a verbal person. I never open up about my feelings, unless I have a pen in my hand. I didn't think a...
