Do you know what it's like?
Always being alone,
Looking in on the rest of humanity -
Separated by bars of your own creation.
It's a prison of mind,
Seemingly impossible to break from within.
Do you know what it's like?
For I've never known anything else.
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PoetryWhat is it I see Through these wavering glass spheres? Foreign tongues written far off in the heavens, Feelings incarnate, Scrawled across the bottomless sky For the seraphs and me alone to read. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #257 (8/28/16) Vote if you e...
