I've always wondered
If living was worthwhile
I've always pondered
If dying was truly vile
I've always questioned
If I could speak up
I've always been asked
If my voice would stop
I've always hesitated
If I could tell them this
I've always contemplated
If I could leave them in bliss
Is my voice truly mute
Is my mind truly quiet
Is my action truly silent
Is my freedom truly void?
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drifting・poetry collection
PoesiaThis poetry collection currently contains my sad and lonely thoughts that quietly drift away and seep into my literary works. I own only my imagination and my thoughts. Previous Title - Wandering Mind
