Why shouldn't we just go far beyond and stay in an hole our face makes the loudest noise and our voice does not even a nahir.
Was our fate choosen to never uphold.
Our are we just held by our minds.
Maybe untold.
Why couldn't we speak directly and let everyone understand
Then who should then be called the foolish.
Then of what value do we hold our daily gets.
The pain we receive every single day like we are burnt to ashes and recycled,than you know what? burnt back to ashes recycled again.
Ooh!Super what a circle.
When we're heard
Surely we would be feared.
But could we.
Can we.
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PoetryBASICALLY POEMS, QUOTES.THE PURGATION OF FEELINGS WHEN BEEN HURT.