Show me how to live, for my soul is hollow, the emptiness inside me no happiness to borrow, winters pass spring has sprung but the pain is still inside, though I run and run and run there's no where left to hide, facing this is difficult and I'm glad I'm not alone, though im staying in this cage I call a broken home, I keep on moving forward though there's no end in sight, I may lose my battle but i won't go without a fight
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poems of the past
Poesíapoems I've come up with from my past and my present that I shall present on display
