It doesn’t
matter anymore really. The words you choose will always differ from the words
you want to choose. There will be no life in it, it will be something without a
soul, and it will be only dead words.
When you
have to live a life of others it becomes the same. A life without a true soul
in it is the death of that soul.
Life
becomes death for some people. They die by living each moment.
Too much
control of this world made it blind to realize that one person may need freedom
to live, not restrictions.
She
loved smiles but the world wanted her tears
She
loved freedom but she got restrictions from others
She
wanted friends but the world kept her alone
Everywhere
she went she saw demons staring at her ready to capture her
She was
scared that one day the world might win over her
The world
cared about their opinion not hers
The
world wanted that part of her she never wanted to loose.
And it
is all done in this same world we live in….
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