Put a bubble in your mouth
my ears are hurting
put on a blindfold
said to I
my eyes are hurting
sometimes the light just hurts
sometimes the ambiance is too loud
but a dark quiet room is paralyzing
so
just keep quiet
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In The End, The Fault Was Mine. Not Your's, Not The World's
PoetryA poem collection. May be autobiography, may be biography. People will read the same words but think different things, feel different emotions. These poems may seem complicated, but are there simple in "life"?
