And you were about to become family,
To become my shelter;
But you just couldn't step in
And i knew then that you weren't meant to be So i let it all go softly as the breeze.
It ached but still better than to let the wolf become my saver.
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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...
