#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
It's what made us believe who is me.


As we traveled through this confusing process. That has become more complex than we expected. We found ourselves near the cemetery. Dancing and chanting our so called abnormal ways.

People have never accepted us. And we even began to not accept ourselves.
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