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by tish

How do I describe to someone  what I have lost


Well not everything

The shell of me still speaks

And the pain inside the shell


Cries  like a baby

howls  like a wounded animal

Is this a self

Or the remains of a holocaust

Echoes of the old me s

Flitting around like ghosts

Afraid to die

Because am already dead

And don’t want to die another time.

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tish 10/1/2010 - 12:52 pm

Ahhh! Was meant to put this in poetry and art. What section am I in? Pain is making me crazy. Tish

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