I'm stuck in the silence.
I'm watching the darkness.
I'm walking through timelessness.
No hopelessness. No madness.
There is one reason
To build my own prison —
To reach true freedom,
For life, not just a season.
My life and my choices
Are born from a voice.
It's louder than noise.
It's me in my poems.
03.06.2026 17:04
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