Sometimes I dream of freedom
To leave this dreadful place I call home
I wish to see the world...
But I know my freedom comes at a cost~
Leaving...is not as easy as it may seem.
I feel as though I'm being held back.
With many negative thoughts...
"I will never make it in the real world"
As much as i try.
No matter how much I pry or beg.
I can never be free
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poems by Skyy
Poetrya collection of poems, written by myself. I'm sorry if they aren't really good...I'm still new with writing poems. if you could please give Mr feedback and let me know what you think, that would be great. Thanks :)
