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Nadya Ajlina Sep 2014
time won't stop ticking
day won't stop switching
people won't stop changing
day by day, nothing remain the same
i have to make a move to stay in the game
taking steps forward to reach the future
but
when i stop taking another step and look around
i'm alone
i tried so hard to find my way back
but it was too late that i've lost
i am lost and i realize why i feel lost
it's not because i don't have a map
but
it's because i don't have a destination
Hilary Thorpe Jun 2014
It’s hard to say
Whether you’ll be okay,
Or if you’ll be crushed
While your heart collects dust.
You can’t really know
When the pain will go.
Perhaps it will stay
Each and every day,
And try as you might
You’ll never feel right.
You’ll reach for thin air,
Enhancing the tear
That’s deep in your chest
Though you hide it with all your best.
The indefinite is what’s worst,
As it’s what truly hurts.
And so it’s very hard to say
Whether you’ll be okay.

— The End —