Life
we all hide pain but we keep silent,as we harm ourselves we hate our sadness.All we want is to be happy but their is always something in the way a million stairs you reach the door with a million locks the door is heavy like cement and then no matter how hard you try to open it you get weaker and weaker until you just cant anymore
Copyright © Yesenia Reynoso | Year Posted 2015
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