As time passes you become immune to the things that used to hurt you, that caused you immense amounts of discomfort,
So much so that you can say i'm used to it, it doesn't really affect me as much as it used to...
You get used to being alone,
You get used to doing things on your own,
You grow stronger mentally and emotionally,
You don't want the world to know how much you're hurting,
So you put on a brave face and battle it out,
It hurts but it's a part of growing up and letting go...
Because that's what we do, when we have to survive and when it gets tough, we have got to be STRONGER...!!!
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Drifters
PoésieThoughts that pass through our minds at the most random times, when we don't pay much attention and when we don't ponder or focus on it as much, but at a later stage it hits you hard like someone has just thrown a bucket of ice cold water over your...
