We all pretend we are well
Fingers typing, stories to tell
Are we crazy for playing god
By bringing characters to life?
I think I'm going insane
I hear the voices of August and Autumn
and characters I haven't showed the world yet
But are they merely characters?
The voices in our heads plead to be heard
They are written and sold and torn apart and burned
Some of them sit on bookshelves, others on the ground
Characters or people, I'll never be able to tell
7 billion people on this earth and I'm still not satisfied
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The Heart Chronicles
Poetry❝I'm starting to get bad again.❞ - Charlie A collection of thoughts made into poems by yours truly. {Highest Rank: #165 in Poetry}
