Sometimes the strongest people are the weakest inside. Their hearts lay broken and hidden under rubble. So you build a wall until nothing can get in. You sit there happy until it begins to rain. The walls you built become your foes as a lake begins to form. Your safety, your castle becomes your grave
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Unspoken Words
PoetryA book of poems describing life, love, loss, heartbreak, and the emotions of a average teenager. This book has become an outlet for me, I dont expect others to understand these feelings but to me these are real. *Warning* This book describes my pers...
