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Illustration by @luciesalgado
Reality is a prison
I'm a poison, for every person
they eschewed me for no reason
tortured by their unmindful action.
Criticisms that blemished me
locked minds without a key
stone heart acting like a real one
I want freedom yet afraid to run.
Rope that will end nightmare
No worries, it's my fault just to be fair
I'm tired, now I can rest
hey, there's something on my chest.
My heart beats fast
I think this is my last
My life is a mess
Maybe, I look gorgeous in white dress.
40 Launches
Part of the Poetry collection
Updated on February 12, 2019
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