She was alive in her dreams,
running wild and free,
from dusk till dawn
But when the sun rises and she opens her eyes she feels like a bird in a caged world but sadly it's not a dream it's her reality
-diana 🌹
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The Abyss Of Thoughts
Poetry"Looking at my reflection, I realize that in the ungrateful end, Between the old me and the new and improved me, The real me has disappeared. What is left for me? My real identity doesn't exist anymore, Only in past memories, I have become my worst...
