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i feel like floating.
where nobody can see me.
nobody can hurt me.
nobody can judge me.
where no one knows me.
no one.
i ask myself everytime 'how can they say that? '
they don't know my story.
who am I?
even I don't wanna know anymore.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry❝she's finding herself through unintentional and nonsensical inscriptions of so-called poetry.❞ {copyright: dana r.} ©
