Some times we fight, some times we make up. It's all left up to this little thing called fate. But what is ones fate? Well we all make it up as we go along, nothing has a set path. We make our own path, but the sad thing is, is that it vanishes behind you if you go to far. I my self have only taken baby steps, in the long path I want to make. But was the path really for no point? No one can follow the path because it disappears. They can only try to follow along as everything disappears before their eyes. That is why everyone is different, because we all have our own separate invisible paths.
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This one was good I might continue it one day.
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Hidden Feelings
Thơ caThis is gonna be sad-ish poem type thing, that describes how I felt/feel about some things. Like past boys or death of a family member and such. I might even end up making it into a story, idk. But what I do know is that almost everything in this bo...
