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I thought I came very far
Until I met you
I thought I rose very high
Until I met you
At first I had no fear
But I turned into a horrible person
Anyone can fall once
I can't give up now
How did I end up here?
When did I get here?
Why did this happen?
How did I get, lost?
Maybe it’s because I followed you?
And the saddest truth is
when she decided to move up
She ought to look back, where she was years ago
Though her feelings have changed
but she has no other way to go
It was the time for her to sacrifice
It all began with a wrong call
To a friend that was known for long
He was like a star on a midnight sky
And like a wind that I cannot tie
You gave the green sign of likeness
And I was high
His hands are sweaty, and he hasn't ate,
He is nervous as he enters the school gate.
But he knows it is to late to turn back.
I like your poem
But no poem is like my
poem
Because my poem sings a new
song
A song of a saddening glee
A song of confusing
youth
A song of life
What is it that keeps one from reaching its highest quality?It’s an epitome I️ received, tugging at my curiosity.
I remember the day of dread
My body and heart laid flat
On the cold hard floor of my room
The isolate and silent room
Where most of memories of hatred arose
Never did I learn something new
I'd be lying if I said there is nothing I'd ever want
Can't hide this frustration, it's talent is to haunt
Here are some things I will never ever get
No matter how hard I try, life won't ever let
