What's the point of speaking
If I have no voice?
Growing up silent
Without a choice?
What's the point of breathing
If I have no heart?
Dreading the day
The beating would start?
What's the point of thinking
If I have no mind?
Being labelled weak
Every time?
What's the point of trying
If I have no goal?
Pretending?
There's no point at all.
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Late Night Literature
PuisiShort stories(or poems sometimes, if you can consider them that) I think of/write late at night or something. Just a small collection of thoughts, I guess.
