I'm running,
I'm crying,
but no one can tell;
I'm hittng and screaming
at the pain that I feel.
My dry eyes, my posture
hide it all well,
but watch me,
I'm falling
Wake me up from this spell.
- popi
- My dearest father passed away recently, and now, my self-comforting is through this blog. Awaiting happier and more optimistic posts, afterall, my father left a great heritage, he left a young woman who was taught by a Great man how to be humane...
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