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Evelyn Noah Poem
Every night i think about my life,
Feels like walking on a knife;
I know, it's hard to survive,
But,strong me is still alive.
What to do ?
How to do ?
Everything was a mystery,
I'll work to make it history
Sometimes, i feel afraid;
Sometimes, i feel tired;
Sometimes, i feel betrayed;
Sometimes i feel like losing everything worth,
But,one day these all will be the reason for my growth.
Copyright © Evelyn Noah | Year Posted 2023
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