Life of a Stranger
Living in a world without a lime light
I wish for them to have me in their sight
My existence seems to be like an air
Passed by all the people without a care
I wonder why everyone wouldn't dare
It seems to me that no one is in there
Do I ever live or just existing?
Is this life a gift or just a giving?
In steady dry lips, words left unspoken
And my emotions left to be broken
I hope that this will not be permanent
Coz I feel like this is not what I meant
This situation I gave to myself
Did I ever let them be part of me?
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a sonnet made by me...
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