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Forgotten
When we die,
We'll be forgotten,
But what can we say when
We're forgotten
While alive?
What am I to think
When I am invisible?
When I am cast aside?
When I am the problem?
Who is there to see me for me?
Does death then hold no meaning?
Is death even worth fearing?
Or is it rather embraced
As a means of escape
From those who
Don't care
At all?
Thursday 21st November 2024 4:33 pm
My Senses Fail
The feeling comes gnawing, gnashing, crashing into me from within, a reminder of the things I lack, the things I could have been.
The thought of failure torments me, slashing, stabbing, holding onto my heart, a reminder of those who always thought that I was just playing an imaginary part.
The pain comes sharply, sneakily, forcing my mind into behaving, a reminder of the moments I have lost ...
Tuesday 12th November 2024 12:47 am
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