I wonder how long I can put up this facade,
How long I'll be able to promote this dying breed.
I can't tell anymore
Maybe I should give up on this uncertain destiny.
Maybe I should just give up in general.
I don't seem to cry the same tears
I don't seem to have the same emotions.
I feel too strong.
But seen as weak.
I'm not sure I understand anymore.
This isn't what I wanted.
But then again, what do I really want?
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
