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I do not hear you I do not see you I do not feel you But I am continually reminded of you By the constant nausea The uneasiness through out my day I carry a gift The gift of life But it is not joy I feel Or a gift that I possess But a burden Shame and guilt fill me up Where you use to be

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Written by

izzy-lotus

American

For You?

Written by

izzy-lotus

American

Published

Jul 17, 2016

Time

1m

Notes: Poem that I had written a couple years ago and stumbled upon. Thought to post it.

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