You could walk away from people who hurt you or make you sick and tired
And there would always be the time you blame yourself for let them in
or blame them for being so rude
or blame the life for the path you both share
But, darling, world works that way
It hits you hard only to slap you harder when you get up
Imagine everything seems so easy, everyone greets warm, everywhere looks nice,
How do you learn the scars?
How do you know which one is good, better, or best?
How do you figure out who you are?
Azmi, May 2019
Written on December 2018
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