At times, she barely knows herself,
The image in the mirror:
Whatever all she’s thought to dream
Grows anything but clearer.
Her life is chaos: interweave,
A web, a maze, a lattice,
And if not for irrelevance,
She’d have no other status.
So many think her fortunate:
A star in this big circus —
But she knows emptiness, the kind
That comes when hope
Deserts us
To share is human:
Oh! This line:
And if not for irrelevance,
She’d have no other status
felt so powerful, almost like a punch in the gut. Wow! Good job on this one!
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I like that antique chair, it add to the depression vibe.
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*adds
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