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Squandering
November 13, 2013
There are few things comparable to the sighs my soul releases as my eyelids simmer shut, reflecting
How empty I feel, starting in my chest, and seemingly reaching down through my legs and all the way to my toes
Or what little comfort I find I harshly turn away, as though I am not deserving of anything,
My condition tells me.
My heart longs for the words, the adjective and nouns and syllables that express how lost my soul feels,
How small and worthless my skin feels after being washed
And how pathetic my utterances become once written.
© Anonymous
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