Looking up to the stars.
Wondering how did I end up with these fatal scars.
Looking up to the moon.
Wondering why didn't I realize its beauty too soon.
Looking up to the far space
Asking myself why did I locked up myself in one place?
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Unspoken Arts
PoetryMy files of poems. Unspoken. Hidden. Words I (or even you) can't speak out. I'll just leave it here. Copyright 2018
