Not a soul listened,
Not a single fucking soul.
Her voice was irrelevant until she finally had enough.
After all, you have to make a noise to be heard.
She felt no warmth from the world
until she watched it burn.
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Teardrops and Tequila
PoetryA one off poetry book. Love, Hurt, Odd Thoughts, Happy Thoughts and everything inbetween.
