I never believed in magic
Even as a little kid I always doubted what I saw
Maybe I was meant to do that so when the time came I didn't doubt what I felt.
Isn't it strange how when I'm with them I don't feel lonely but I've never been more alone?
How I feel in sync with them when there's nothing there to sync with?
Because they are just words on a piece of paper
And yet they are realer than any other human interaction.
I know,
It's strange
It's kind of magic
No?
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Taste Of Freedom
PoésieWhat happens when a 17-year-old student discovers books and poetry while studying for the most important exams of her life? Well, words become her best friends! This is a collection of my original poems. When I write more, I'll upload them. Some poe...
