With these apparent strong hands I destroy. Create anew a word for others. In the process I destroy myself over again and again. Always alone. They don't see the happenings that go unnoticed in me. And I smile. Looking from afar. Every angle, I see from within and out. And I smile for them.
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Author:
Gavin (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: All the inner happenings which shall not be voice because aren't we all too cowardly to say, for what will might happen if we do
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