Category : Poems

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no one in the world could ever mourn for they have no satiating reason to- there is nothing satiating about this pain, and even more condemning- nothing I can savor. And so all my life I’ve walked inside a bubble of glass, a terrifying chasm where people can only look in but I cannot see out of, where my screams can only echo back onto me, the only ear willing
To listen