life is rough,
it's indeed tough,
living is hard,
it leaves you scarred
it makes me want to cry
it makes me want to sigh
sometimes, i want to run away
other times, i want to fade away
but then comes another day,
and life seems to be going my way,
that's when another tide hits me,
and I realise that I can't flee
Because life works in its own way,
and it hunts you like a prey,
it hands you your fate,
and makes sure that your death isn't late
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Tattletale || Poetry
PoesiaTattletale// a person, especially a child, who reveals secrets or informs on others should I speak or should I not a million words inside my head yet I cannot voice them out promise me you'll listen and then I'll tell you everything started 01/08...
