i used to wrap myself
in fairytales
thinking of castle with flags
or horses with long tailsi used to believe that life
was colorful
with skies stained purple
and the wind oh so peacefulbut that's the thing
i used to
now i'm here with life
is stained with reality and truth
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Whispers
PoetryI scream but all you hear is whispers -- ι wrιтe тнe world ғroм мy eyeѕ. alwayѕ wrιттen, never ѕpoĸen. --- Winner of 'The Lavender Award' Best Cover! 1st Place in "The Bubble Tea Awards" in Poetry 1st Place in 'The Golden Awards' in Poetry 2nd Place...