ever since i whiffed the scent of adulthood,
i have been fighting for freedom.
i sold my body,
in exchange for affection,
because that is all i have known to do,
in order to survive in this God forsaken World.
i am so detached from reality,
that i don't feel close to anything anymore.
like a peacock,
with pretty feathers,
but let humans pluck on them.
losing each and every one of the feathers,
losing the meaning in things i have been fighting,
all my life for.
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RETROUVAILLES - POETRY
Poetrywords that i can't speak out loud but in poetry, i can.
