How are you supposed to live,
When no one hears your breath,
When no one,
Will even see your death?

What do you write,
When your pencil jumps at your fright?

Where do you go,
When your life seems to be,
Nothing but a show?

Are you supposed to feel alive,
You don’t think you can thrive?


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