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Would that I were no one but myself,
Not shaped by echoes on a dusty shelf.
No borrowed voice, no painted guise,
Just truth reflected in my own eyes.
Would that I could say what I want,
Screams in my heart—oh, they haunt.
My talent—ah, no way to flaunt,
Feels unrecognized, left to daunt.
Would that my light could pierce the night,
Unveiled, unchained, in boundless flight
About the Creator
verse voyager
✨ Storyteller | Dreamer | Poet
📚 Sharing pieces of my heart through words
Let’s get lost in a world of words together!
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