ALONE The word I thought I never dreaded hearing Alone. Alone. Alone. As no one simply heard me Or believe my story The look on their faces The whispers behind my back The stopping of talk When I entered the room The nonchalant use of…
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#16
I hope to create in this life more than a noise and to leave behind, as I go, more than an echo. It might seem like vanity, but truly it’s an ambition. For my dreams are surreal and my soul is electric and I hope…