time and past
I can't think of a title
I hide my past so i will last. For what other's saw cant be changed. But quite they be so not to bother me. I have buried thing's so far back that the chains may never snap. Fear i fell for what bein done. Hate linger's deep inside. The more time that past the more i will heal at last i fell something close to real. For i trust few i past but those i do i hold dear. I fell one of a whole at last with my small pack. For blood can be bad. But water can be what Life was meant to be.