If I had one wish.
It would be to not be.
Not be here.
Not be where I am now.
Not be anything.
An oblivion.
An abyss.
I don't wanna be,
That person.
This person.
I don't wanna be here.
But wishes aren't real.
And there is no genie.
And I am still here.
No matter how much wishing.
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What She Wanted To Say.
PoésieShe didn't give them much choice, as to what she did with herself. She didn't say too much, so that she wouldn't give herself away. She didn't speak so she was never heard. She didn't speak so she was always hurt. She didn't speak, her words choked...
