Living on the edge,
Scratching and fighting to stay afloat,
Hoping for a better tomorrow,
But the hope is slowly lost.
Every day is a struggle,
Trying to make it to the next day,
Afraid of failing and falling,
But the fear is growing each day.
In this endless cycle,
The feeling of drowning in darkness,
Wishing for a beacon of light,
But it still feels so far away.
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Only one chapter today bc I'm gonna try to translate a lot of poems for the Spanish translation
Jan. 30, 2024
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𝐎𝐡, 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥.
PoetryMy soul speaks as my soul will. Do not silence it. Some of those poems are just for fun but in the end, they were all written by me, so please don't take any credit from them 1k reads on 24.02.24
