A home?
A house?
For me its more like a prison.
I didnt have a voice, neither a choice.
I cannot decide anything for myself, im scared, im lonely, i didnt feel safe, i didnt feel happy.
Inside my own house.
— written on my notes, sep 13 2023.
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My Inner Thoughts
PoetryAll the voice in my head, that i wish i could let it slip out of my mouth so people would know how i really felt.
