Some choose to suffer in silence
Some choose to say
Some choose to leave
Some choose to stay
Some choose to start again
Some hide away
I guess we're all suffering
At the end of the day
The past is in the past I know, what if I'm still there, not letting go?
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Way of my soul || Poetry
PoetryFragments from my life. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear reader, thank you for being here! I just wanted to say that I really love your feedback. Whether it's an...
