Young Life
My Life is Stressed
Too much pain, remembrances of my past fears and young life.
I had to grow before I was swallowed.
Trapped in my own existence only to be released on paper through my pen
strokes.
I have so much, but have lost too much
Remembrances of tears fallen and prayers shed to God.
It hurts to remember but strengthens me not to forget.
My only escape was to close my eyes, but to never close my hope
and to always be optimistic.
It will stick with me until I die
but until then
I will live My Life is Stressed.
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