"Tell me your childhood story,"
Thats what everyone ask.
I burned my memory,
So it wouldn't last.
"What are you hiding,"
A question that scares me the most.
It always haunts me,
Like a ghost.
"Stop smiling,"
Was something I can never do.
Because behind my smile,
You won't have a single clue.
-N.Hetari
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Beyond The Thoughts
Poesia[Completed] "We all have stories, some will tell, some will hide and some will just pour it all in a poem"
