July 4th, 2019
Things are so easily broken.
Trust.
Promises.
Self esteem.
Reputation.
Friendships.
So what's the point of it all?
What's the point of finding someone you trust?
Making a promise?
Building up your confidence?
Forming an image for yourself?
Making new friends?
What's the point when one day,
None of it is going to be there.
Things will always change.
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Poetry
شِعرNothing special, just random poems that I've come up with along with songs that influenced the poems.
