somebody tell me where i truly belong.
tell me how much does it take to be that strong?
and why do i keep on making things go wrong?
i can't control my emotions.
i always let out these neverending tears
that they could form one big ocean-
full of darkness, full of fears.
i continue to cry until i finally dissolve
for my sadness seemed to have evolved.
sadness then turns into great anger-
anger that doesn't make me any stronger
and instead makes me weaker.
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𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 , poetry
Poetry𝗣𝗢𝗘𝗧𝗥𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗕𝗜𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗘, 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗬. ━━ To write is to pour one's soul into paper by means of ink. Or in modern cases, by means of a keyboard. Nonetheless, it is through writi...
