My life is a story and so is yours,
Mine leads to many, many doors.
Sometimes it's better to hide the key,
Because you might cry from what you see.
My life is a journey, I'll walk that path alone,
I know how to do things on my own.
Is it much to ask for someone to care?
I just want to leave and get some air.
Even though I don't belong,
So many things have gone wrong.
We'll go to a place that's really far,
Where no one can judge you for who you are.
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Poems For The Sad Soul
PoetryTake my hand, come with me, I have something interesting for you to see. Poems here and poems there, Poems and books everywhere. Filled with dreams and filled with tears, Sometimes hopes and sometimes fears. So take my hand there's so much to see, ...
