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Emma Butterworth May 2012
The mother's embrace
The father's direction
The sibling's understanding
The love of a family is the greatest of gifts
The hate of a family is the worst of burdens
Emma Butterworth May 2012
Walking alone
Others pass, but inside
It's only you
Your hear cries out
In pain, in lament
Why do they not see?
Am I not visible?
As you gaze into the passerby's eyes
A flicker of knowing
A flicker of rememberance
Then gone
Pain screeching inside
Leaving you against the hurt of loneliness
Emma Butterworth May 2012
I shed tears for you at the beginning
Never ceasing to miss you
I felt the pain of losing you in the middle
Hurting myself and others around me
In the end, I felt nothing
The numbness carrying me away, on a cloud of nothingness

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