i made a poem^^
At The End Of The Road
my feet are awefully tired
of this dirty dusty road
and on my heavy heart
sits a very hefty load.
i'm waiting for the end
for there awaits my prize
im hoping for the strength
to fall and then arise.
it's so very lonely here
to myself i just keep talking
over and over i tell myself
"come on, just keep walking."
even though i'm tired
i've been through wear and tear
my heart and soul keep fighting
for what awaits me there.
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