Category : Poems

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What they don't know about me, 
They like to invent, 
As if they felt with my heart, 
Saw with my eyes,
 Touched with my blood.  

I'm tired of explaining what doesn't need words, 
I let everyone believe what they want about me,
 I move on... I move on... I move on.

 Under my skin is the world I live in, 
My thoughts move like waves over my flesh,
Giving me chills, giving me regrets, 
Giving me back all my memories.