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Figuring out where I am,
Finding the feelings through the sound.
I thought I was close, damn,
But all I see is lost and found.
If I break the glass,
Will they make a fuss?
I am nowhere and no one,
Will they see me as someone gone?
Alone in this crowded room,
Why does it feel like it's doom?
How much does it cost for a friend?
When will this end?
Stay in silent, that's better,
Keep on walking, take the latter.
No one's beside me,
No one to ask if I'll be free.
Strangers as what they see,
But both are me.
My existence is fading slowly,
Now only remembered as the lost and the lonely.
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HER BOOK OF POETRIES
PoetryA compilation of poems that I wrote throughout the days.
