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This misery i put it in this poetry When nobody listens to these stories I articulate them in papers Sometimes i wish people could see. But what i wrote was just a diary.
Nobody was there Nobody seems to care. Their bright lights dim my light. So much expectations Too deceiving.
They only care When they think it's not me. But who i was and who i am is always Just me that they fail to see.
These letters Wrote with smiles and tears. I wish you'll read. Just know that it wasn't always peace. But wrapped in scars and bruises like dying in dreams.
