The time you needed them
The time you want to cry
The time you want to shout
The time you are down
The time you lose confidence
Only you shook-up and hide.
Silence means to ease the pain
Crying means futile and vain
Demure and pity aura
No to conquer yet dilemma
It feels like you fell to an abyss: vague and savage.
But it doesn't matter to me.
I'm Stoic.
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Wandering Thoughts
PoesiaThis is a work of poetry. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or depends upon the emotion. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coin...
