Each and every person is surviving with a different way
Some prefer silence
Others talk a lot
The war is inside and the pain makes you drown
In a war of emotions
Where hopes and dreams were floating
A savior of the soul was awaken
And gratitude was taken
My soul never been that weak
But I trusted every fool freak
That thought me something great
And I told myself that I’m stronger
when I feel weak.
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THE ESCAPE
PoetryI've put all my heart , soul and feelings in this one . "Walking a runaway in the dark may not be easy , but the glimpse of hope caused by the spotlight in the end of the tunnel will make you do it."
