Sometimes, there's just to much to bear,
to keep out of sight, to not notice the tear,
to not get cut, to not bleed severe,
to not runaway, to not simply cower.
Sometimes, you just have to take it all,
to simply accept everything's toll,
to whimper, to cry, to sob, to brawl,
to just be strong, to hold on your soul.
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Colection of Randomness
Dla nastolatkówWell I think the tittle explains it all. This "book" is a repository of poems, short short stories and just any kind of random stuff that comes to mind. I sometimes call it garbage.. but sometimes there's gold in the trash. May be it can be useful a...
