Where the tears,
become the evidence,
of how tired,
and weak,
we truly are,
seeking assurance,
from the Almigthy himself.
Sometimes,
one becomes numb,
did not feel a thing,
like losing senses,
only staring at the corner,
Lord knows,
how strong she is.
n.h
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The Girl Who Wrote
PoetryThe Girl Who Wrote is basically compilation of poems that I made and it is about things that evolves around us.
