"So, what is your dream?"
I blinked my eyes and
tried to get some words,'i don't know my dream
atleast not anymore'
i thought to myself.i lost it in the cracks of my soul.
"Everyone has a inner voice,
do as it says"I tried to listen to it,
a cacophony of chaos.mine went mad from
all that it has heard,"is that even a dream?"
"will you be equal to them with that?"
"that's too big of a dream for you"
"I'm telling for your good do this instead..."
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Love, insecurity and pain
PoesíaA collection of poems written by a insecure lover in pain...