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Mar 2015
Abused And
Misused
But always forgotten
It's only a question of death.

Searching, not knowing
For a dream
I don't know
There's nothing here for me

A life spent wanting
Spent waiting
For something never to be
Is there any point

Life is lame
It *****
It's not what we expect
That why

It's only a question of death

It may seem dark
But there may be
Light
It's never a question of death
life is hard but I'm used to it. Amongst the dark there's a glimmer of light. Just find it
Mary-Elizabeth
Written by
Mary-Elizabeth  Kent UK
(Kent UK)   
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