Poem:Fruits

Hurting from deep and running from the real.

Trying to see if this something that could be.

Leaving with questions that never have answers.

That you never would want it to be.

Not really trying to understand the pain that is within.

This is all that has come into the light that guides you.

The pain is all to real that you never feel it until it is almost over.

Then you remember this is just another day of life.

A life that has never been kind, but you have enjoyed the fruits.

The fruits have always been bitter, but that is what makes them sweet.

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