I've been thrown into the ocean,
I don't know how to swim.
The pressure started in class ten.
Even now, I see no end.
But I'm glad in a way,
Goals get me through the day.
Without them I feel empty.
What more can I say ?
Some days I feel like giving up,
I feel like I've had enough.
But, letting go is harder for me,
And so I act tough.
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
