Category : Poems

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I've become numb to the thought that I might not make it..
Will love ever find me in these small spaces?..
What I thought once was is now separated..
I know good comes from the bad..
But did I really lose everything I ever had?..
These questions are still floating in the air..
I sometimes wonder what would happen if I really cared..
My thought process is to learn in every situation..
To better myself in this life that the world is makin..
No regrets because it was who I was then..
I'm here now ready and content to make friends..