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Vissolela Cristovao Poem
I sit in silence, lost in my thoughts,
On the couch, the TV plays on.
Words on the screen leave marks on my skin,
Like a pencil on paper, a tale yet to be drawn.
Conversing with characters as if they're my friends,
I was dreaming up scenarios in my head.
Wondering about a life beyond this stillness,
I'm yearning for excitement instead.
But reality keeps me rooted in place,
Yet, I remain in a silent space.
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