Sometimes I feel like
I'm stuck in a room
With four walls
All the them are
My thoughts
And others thoughts
And what I think they thought
And what they thought
And they slowly close in
From all sides
And slowly, but surely
suffocate
My happiness
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Tesson de Verre (Shards of Glass)
PoesíaPoems and bits of peices of woes, happiness and love stories. Filled with romantic words and sad ones too.
