Slowly the first tear begins to slide downward by the resilient pull of gravity.
The small but grand proof that everything is not alright.
Things will never be the same.
Life always changes and it’s hard to get used to it.
There will always be hurt; it will never cease to exist.
It’s hard to get used to the constantly nagging pain.
It’s not your fault but you feel the hurt anyhow.
Why?
Probably because you worry too much about everything,
about stuff others don’t take into account.
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Soul Writer: Words From Within
PoetryThis book is a collection of thoughts and feelings in the form of poems. I share my words with you because they show that we are never alone with what we truly feel. There are always other people who experience the same things as us, even if we ma...
