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Mar 2017
I didn't think
it would be
like this
wandering waiting
pacing and impatiently stating
I'm not supposed to be here.

My hands
stopped trembling
years ago.
Separated
from the rest
Its for the best
they say
as they force the pills
down every day
I'm not supposed to be here.

Every word
confirms
my inability to conform
Imprisoned physically
for in-dependency
my mind
does not need
societies'
hypocritical parasitical
way of thought.
*I'm not supposed to be here.
Elisa
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Elisa
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