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Dihya May 2016
I am a stray walker
No matter what people says,
I’m going my way

I’ve passed through so many harsh times,
I’ve been ****** so many times,
But even with deep wounds,
I’m not giving up,
Not that easily.

I’ll fight to the end,
Until my heart stops,
All those who tried to break me,
I’ll bring them down.

The ashes of my past
Are blowing away in the wind,
And for the time I will last,
I’ll live with no regrets,
Nothing I should mind.

In a world of sheeps,
Let’s be wolves; break conformity
And live freely
Let’s choose our path together,
Let’s go on a journey;
A journey that we call life.
Let’s stray together you and me,
Because we chose to take a different path,
People will look at us
In their eyes you might see hatred,
In their words, disguss and disdain
But in their heart you will find envy, lust and greed toward us.

Those scars on my chest,
Those scars in my heart,
They prevent me from falling down,
Remind me to be strong,
And stop following the roads
That lead to Rome.
Choose the unbeaten path,
Where you might find yourself,
I followed my heart, I chose
To be myself
And now I am pround,
Pround of where I am, pround of who I am,
And pround to have survived
the stream.
Only the strongest will
Survive this journey,
So be ready to face adversity,
Stop following conformity,
Be the wolf and lead the way

I have no regrets,
Because I got nothing to lose,
Let’s stray away
away
Together my soul and me.
One of my first poems,

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