They called it is a world round and huge
Different races and have it's own culture
They say it is very wide and crowded and over populated people
Seven Billion occupied every part and corner
But how I felt like I'm Alone
My everyday start to say my grace but whole day words can count from one to three
Noone there to hear my stories and speak my hey
But my thoughts bleed by words now it's written in qoutes
Seven billion people but no one willing to listen
I'm I plague to leave me like rotten?
That no longer used and not well
Seven billion people and grow but how I felt like Im Alone
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"The Unspoken" ✒ [POETRY]
PoetryThese is about grief and happiness In a way that I can express it in my own words. XOXO (Hope you'll love it😉) XXX
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