How
How could I make a voice
To this vast noisy world
All I have is nothing
But tiny words within
How could I make sense
And be myself with them
Sometimes I just pretend
To let my life pass and end
How could I hear you
My ears are plugged by rules
These are the things I should do
Sorry if I couldn’t agree with you
How could I get lost
From this locked iron vault
I am tired and so weak
Alive but with a broken will
poem by Rose de Ramar
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