My passion became my crutch as I just couldn’t get enough.
I was trying to find some truth from a different point of view.
So I stepped into the light and I held my head up high.
And when it all came out that's when I figured out.
These words are forever real.
They will always make me feel.
I will never be the same.
The memories will remain.
The memories will remain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem