How am I supposed to laugh
There is nothing that matters
There is no one who loves
My own thoughts are haunting
My chains are rusty
Will I ever be free?
Will I ever live?
YOU ARE READING
whispers of inner voice
PoetryAmidst the shallow thoughts I hear an echo filled with love <3
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How am I supposed to laugh
There is nothing that matters
There is no one who loves
My own thoughts are haunting
My chains are rusty
Will I ever be free?
Will I ever live?