Feelings Of A Haunted Past
Location
London
U.K
United Kingdom
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(Dashes equal a beat)
I think of my life and I always wonder why -
every time I do, I always want to cry.
It's falling apart and sometimes I think I want to die -
but most of the time I know that’s just another lie.
I know that I'm sad but I'm not about to quit.
I'll fight through it all, even if I get hit.
I hold on to the hope, that I'll make it through the pain.
Even though it hurts and it's driving me insane.
- I'll make it through to live another day.
-- By Aurora Faustini
This poem is about:
Me
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