The Adversity of being grown up

My own Voice echoed back inside the empty rooms
Of my Ostentatious castle of wealthy dreams
Assuring my Soul;
Those crimson wounds who used to weigh me down
Are now unchained and Unbound
Their ghost have flew way from my case
I am now a living  vacuum
The stillness inside me has grown so giant
That a trillion miles meter long Earth
Excuses to accommodate my inches small demeanour

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