poetic release,
how else do i let go of certain things
ive loved,
i hate,
but i still remain in my twisted world of fate,
theres no help, 'and no escape
sometimes i dont know how i make it through the day
but everythings fine
i'll be ok,
as long as i make it through another day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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