The wall
When she walks
through the hall,
With her head slightly bent
to the right
She realises
nobody sees
How hard
That she fights
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No mind control ~ poetry
PoetryPoetry written by me. We al have our hard days and than word can help us a lot. So This is going to contain my 13 pm thoughts.🪐 ~ I'm a poppy that closed before it was plucked🥀
The wall
The wall
When she walks
through the hall,
With her head slightly bent
to the right
She realises
nobody sees
How hard
That she fights
