Lost

June 1, 2009
By Anonymous

People are wandering past me, seeing me, and feeling me but they do not truly understand. Here I am, emotionless and dead, yet still surviving day to day physically. Am I even alive to other people? Or do they see through my living exterior? Nothing has been the same since the death of my dog. The sun doesn't rise the same knowing that it won't set while I am frollocking with my dog at the park.


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