It is a strange feeling
When the rest of the world seems so similar,
Save for a defining difference that makes me so special.
Sometimes I could see a horizon
Within the light I'd see none alike to me.
It is a different type of isolation.
To feel extinct among billions of other beings.
It is true though.
Being young, wild and free
I was never stopped by my limits
But by who I wished I could be
My wish is still the same
Years on and miles away
And maybe some day,
I will no longer be alone.
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About the Creator
Maria Irimia
I was born in September of 2003, in Bacau, Romania. Grew up there then moved to London aged 9. I'm a relatively fresh face to poetry but words are my sword and stigma is the flesh it cuts.
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