Fire, it doesn't hurt her anymore,
It doesn't even burn her.
She walk through it,
It might just make her view blur.
But it seems that she had worse,
Even fire doesn't burn.
And if needle doesn't hurt,
what could it be that made her stern?
I couldn't follow her
Through the fire.
I couldn't bear that simple pain,
Even though I have the desire.
I wanted to ask her,
What made her tough.
I just want to know,
I just want to be, strong enough.
-N.Hetari
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Beyond The Thoughts
Poetry[Completed] "We all have stories, some will tell, some will hide and some will just pour it all in a poem"
