Does destiny exist in moments?
Are we only fragments of
something so much greater?
Can I ever be someone who
doesn't look back at my pains?
I want to let go, but it seems as if there is barrier between me,
and atonement.
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PoetryPoems describing the the lively thoughts of a lonely girl. Bright in the day, hollow at night. Either way, she'll keep living. Freestyle poetry~