I used to want to die
Not necessarily die
I guess I wasn't living so what was the point?
To go away
Disappear
Crazy how things change
How you go from cursing the morning sun
To praising it's warmth
How you go from crying to the moon
To enjoying its beauty
How you go from finding the worst
To picking the positive
Crazy how things change
How you go from wanting to die
To want nothing but to live
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Poetrylost thoughts hoping to find a home on paper. (And with that she found her worth was more then a feeling) **new to this whole writing thing. **the feedback means the most xxx ***if you ever need to talk my inbox is open:)
