All that Awaits
We know its coming We ignore it to not worry about it We try to prepare for it Like a wall built to stop the pain from getting through But the pain still breaks us down Our feelings can't be controlled Hiding them just makes everything worst No matter how hard we fall We will stand again and rise But till that moment arrives The healing clock starts now
Friday 5th September 2014 6:18 am
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