Sometimes, being invisible isnt that bad
it lets your wildness go unseen
not shackled to their stare
I can take a deep breath or two
I can be me
alone, enchanted and free.
-She whispered in his ear, as no one noticed her jumping, skipping in happiness.
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THE GIRL WHO SPOKE POETRY
PoetryThe thing about pain is, it makes you question.. what makes you human? ____________ **Not cliche, I repeat, Not cliche, WARNING, not cliche**
