I had my world
It was a good life
My paradise full of joy
I was the happiest man
It did not last long
Unfortunately, I lived a different one
Suffering and torturing I was
I wish It was not real
Got tired of life
Got sick of pretending
I did not want to die
neither did I live
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Author:
Jos (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is dedicated for those who feel different.
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Comments1
Relatable. It's a sensation that's uncomfortable and persistent. Hopefully you've moved on.
Thank you so much
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