I am scared to face the truth,
To leave one day without a proof.
I am terrified that the end is getting close,
And i didn't choose yet.
Everyday passes and i am still lost,
And my self is not found yet.
I am scared to loose my fight,
To resign and give up at the end.
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Surviving
PoetryShe wanted to survive so she created art. It's not a roman but kind of a short essay. It's about silence and noise, about introverts being forced to extroversion, about the little secret of an introvert. It's simply about a life among billions. All...
