My December Slumber
Not every end of the year,
I get to question if life is better.
When its the time I wish each days to be faster.
But even if December could sometimes feel be somber,
I'm holding on in my own world of happily ever after.
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Poetry Is Not Found In Misery
PoetryStatus:OnHold To resume on June People don't only pick up their pen when they are sad, They also write when they are happy, Or sometimes they just accept the good and bad. Knowing it's futile to escape reality. Poetry Is Not Found In Misery, A Filip...
