maybe,
maybe in another life,
my inner child would be free,
maybe it won't hold grudges
nor pain anymore,
maybe it'll finally feel
the merry she always wanted,
and the idyll she always craved for.
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Withered Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems (and others) written by LightInTheDark07
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maybe,
maybe in another life,
my inner child would be free,
maybe it won't hold grudges
nor pain anymore,
maybe it'll finally feel
the merry she always wanted,
and the idyll she always craved for.
