SylviaPlathInspired
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Why do I feel a similarity between us
The way society betrayed us
You yearned not to trip on the heights and my wish
for reaching those heights
Your narratives, your verses reminds me of us
I close my eyes, the light of day goes dead.
The whisp’ring voices prey upon my fear.
They tick and click and cry and caw and toil.
The daunting men do hiss inside my head,
