Poetry

Confined Beauty

I don’t know what’s worse, Pain, when no one is there to help you cope with…..Or pleasure when no one’s there to share such a treasure…some of us are just amazing disasters waiting to happen…our own Truman Show…Stars but we don’t even know…trapped in our own world…confined by our own mind…stuck in the shade yet still shine

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