To flee or be free
I'm not a runaway.
And no matter how I hate each days,
I don't want to be trapped in a daze...
And even if you call me a lost cause or a hopeless case,
I'll claw into your skin just to stay.
As nobody would mourn if I die,
That's why I need to keep living.
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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...
