Whispers
The days went by as expected,
Sun is no longer our best friend,
and the moon is trying to leave us alone at nights,
the stars are dying,
the ground is shaking,
the rumours are true,
our names are highlighted in red,
we're hated,
discriminated,
our minds full with whispers of
"You should go to hell!"
and we feel alone,
we are alone,
no one is beside us,
no one is here listening to our stories,
and we finally realise that,
we are dreaming,
and when we look at the sun,
it still smiling.
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