When things in life become so true.
You began to wonder;
"What do i do?''
Late nights where my slumber,
End its rough.
I want you to keep fighting.
I know your tough.
You will make it through,
You've been through enough.
The paths we walk toward the sun.
We one day will reach it.
Not separate but as one.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
