Won'T Let It Stick To Me Poem by Holly Somer
Won'T Let It Stick To Me
The preasure, The words
Cutting me like a knife
Leaving scars along with the bad times
Bringing tears upon me
I won't let it stick to me
Wipping them away with the moments I call golden
Knowing the lost friends shouldn't keep me from finding myself
Fighting the issues I agree
The issues that need to be fixed up right
Eventhough it does get to me
I won't let it stick to me
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