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Just an Option

By , Biddeford, ME
I am numb and without air, yet my chest is heavy and it hurts. My knees are weak and tired, yet my feet are pounding at the dirt.
I'm running, running fast-as the world around me slows.
My mind is overturning itself, and confused as it shouts NO!
Everything I've known, and this whole world that we have built, has suddenly become disposable, and you have not an ounce of guilt.
The worst, hard hitting realization is, that I was never equally as loved.
To me you were my everything, and to you-well, I guess I just wasn't valuable enough.





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