We are made of ashes and dust
Of dreams and sorrow
The loss and pain
With the most to gain
We are made of happiness and spring
When are the birds take wing
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PoetryIn life, I am someone who afraid of talking to people right then and there. They scare me because I don't know how they will react with what I will say. Yet writing them down on a computer is easier because i don't have to look at their reaction to...
