It's Not the End...
I appreciate your interpretation of this poem and your opinion.
I won’t give up,
I will wake every morning,
Brush my hair and put my makeup on,
I will go out there,
I will see the sunlight.
It’s not the end,
I will walk with my head held high,
I won’t curl myself in bed,
And I won’t cry.
It's not the end,
I will keep you in my heart,
If you decide to come back,
I’ll still be around.
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