Pack your bags, hun
Because we are leaving
This nightmare of stereotypes
And hallucinations.
The wind here will blow you over
For it is to much too stand up against
And that is why we are leaving, hun
So pack your bags.
We're going to a world of our own
Nobody can stop us, we will be free
From the prison that
Humankind has built for itself.
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The Lost
PoetryThis is for those with the swollen, tired eyes. This is for those who wake up every morning and cries. This is for those who are abused at home. This is for those who feel isolated and alone. This is for those who have attempted/have committed suici...