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FORGOTTEN
April 11, 2018
I am so sad
I am so lost
Iam so frozen
I feel numb
I feel touch
I feel fingertips
I loose my hope
I loose my mind
I lost my family
I lost the color
I see the trauma
I see the blood
I see the dark closing in
I know I am sick
I know I am gone
I hope I will come back
I hope l have observers
I hope someone knows i am dying
I wish someone would care.
Yet its not my choice to share my tragedies with ones who dont care to listen.
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The_Fanged_Book_Worm GOLD said...
on Apr. 16 2018 at 9:34 am
Interesting use of repetition. I like it!
A painful feeling of being forgotten.