That's it. I'm done. I am absolutely finished. Done with giving hope and believing that there are some good people in this world. I learned the hard way. People only take, no person actually gives. At least the people I bump into it. Every one I've come to meet is bad. The worst part is that they steal from me and leva eme deserted. They think I'm this awful thing and get me all wrong. I'm done with trying. I'm not letting anyone in anymore. The only true way I'll be at peace is with myself. Now the nights don't be so lonely because I am whole enough to fill this room.
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surviving the storm
PoesíaA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
