My soul now wants to break free
From its origin seems like dying.
Away from normal unlike others
Who are green, I am withered.
You have a life that lives
I say to myself, at least.
Cry yourself in silence
Tears will be gone by soon.
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My Microfeelings
PoetryI want to speak the unspeakable. Many narrators are known for criticizing what their senses had perceived, and I am no different. This poetry collection is a narrative of suppressed emotions delivered in contemporary. Indulge yourself with evidence...
