Sanctuary [Poetry]

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Somebody said I speak gibberish. Pure nonsense, barely understandable.

Somebody said my eyes are window to a wallpapered wall. A facade that there's no sky but a dead end.

Somebody said my living are no close to living, just breathing. Like a built in program.

But the thing is, I am not programmed at all.

If I am, I won't feel this way.

Somebody said this, somebody said that. A lot have formed a version of me I don't even realize I have become.

My thoughts are anagrammed perfectly nobody will suspect to decode.

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16Nov2019