You will fail
you will fall
and scrape your knees,
you will cry about many things
but don't hide yourself away
because you're afraid of what this life will bring. Hurt and Joy are different but also the same. They are products of life and living and feeling. Numbing that pain
will only force you to see life
through the frame
of a foggy, tearful
- looking glass.
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Letters to the Old Soul
PoetryThis book was written for the girl with an old soul. my journal full of memories and stories; These poems are honest and true of the wonders and scary things that occur in life as one grows older. These are the documents that illustrate the evolutio...
