Why must I be in a placement?
Why lock me away without a key to save myself?
What is the overall purpose of the oppression you cloak me with?
Give me the reason.
I, a lost soul, now demand my questions answered.
You will no longer have the right to hold your tongue nor breath with a smug smile.
You will not encourage me with slander and promise of riches in death.
I will not fall from this earth without a mess for you to clean, with your own hands!
And you will wallow in the Hollow felt by the masses in the end.
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Melancholy Poetry
PoetryThis book is just for poems of mines. I just poetically portray my feelings and share them with whomever wants to care. These are all my thoughts, whether happy or sad or plain out mad. I have no set update times but I guess whatever feelings I want...
