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May 17
It might be said:

And so I rest
Within the miniature, confined coup
Of nothing more than
What is considered a young,
Vulnerable girls’ room.

I welcome the waves of solitude
Ever acknowledged by the purest gratitude
I could have spared myself with
In the fullest life
I never lived…

For many are often dragged
Into the endless streams of treacherous, traitorous
Worlds of indecisively-protruding opportunities,
Offering all of which cannot,
And will never be encompassed within the arms of achievement.

And so I have given up
On the sheer light of innocence of various individuals.
Many are often masks
Of vibrant, varied visuals,
To colour my shaded vision which forever remains last.
Many individuals often turn to exaggerative modes of writing to express themselves.
Written by
danna22081  F/Tripoli, Lebanon
(F/Tripoli, Lebanon)   
   BR Dragos
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