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Jan 2015
I'm only one person.
What can I do?
My mind splits in two.
Right and Wrong are not the pieces.
And excitement lingers
only in my memory.
I have forgotten
How people speak.
I have hidden
for too long.
My eyes burn
because I cannot sleep.
My head hurts
because I cannot think.
My body hurts
yet I know not why.
Movement startles me.
Sound startles me.
Pain cripples me.
I feel no motive.
Why am I here?
Why am I?
Am I?
I
don't
know
the
answer
to
my
own
questions
April Dean
Written by
April Dean  FL
(FL)   
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