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Jul 2012
I never felt so bad,
This hurt and pain I feel,
It makes me everyday
want to leave this world.

This feeling of being crushed
under the weight of sorrow,
The ongoing destitution
The mental destruction.

Homeless, unwanted,
Heartless beings.
Searching for a place
to find my heart's solace.

****** to search
to find my potential.
Carried off in isolation --
My heart is alone.
Written by
Kristin Vislocky
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