Is a day 24 hours,
divided on night and day?
Is it like a flower
which time carries away?
Is it a special moment,
stuck in your mind for good?
Is it beating your opponent?
Being yourself, as you should?
Is it one single song
a throwback on what you forgot?
Does it show you where you belong,
is it different from what you thought?
Is a day 1440 minutes
that pass as quick as a wind?
Is your day full of limits,
does it make you feel bound?
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Sooooo this is the last one for today (or not if I will have time to write).
Enjoy the poems!
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Hidden Thoughts
诗歌There are more and more depressed people every day and it's about time someone starts talking about it. Since I am no exception, my words paint a picture of the ups and downs of this mental illness.
