Tell me why in rooms with friends
I often feel alone
But when I talk with strangers it's
Like I am truly known
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
Friends and Strangers
Tell me why in rooms with friends
I often feel alone
But when I talk with strangers it's
Like I am truly known
