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Nov 2018
You ask me how I feel
I don't know what to say
I don't know how can you
understand if you never
felt this way
I feel like the flower feels
when they are pull from
their own garden
I feel what the night feels
when the moon is absent
I feel what the morning feels
when the sun is not shinning
how can I explain it to you
if you don't understand it
You ask me how I feel, I feel broken like a part of me
has died
I feel like you took the best andΒ Β destroy it, I feel sad
You ask me how I feel, I feel
like a fish out of the water
gasping for air before dying
You ask me how I feel
sometimes I feel dead inside
a big part of me left with you
I feel in a way that I could not
describe and I don't think
many people will understand
You ask me how I feel
I feel like yesterday was
all a lie
a dream, all in my head
one thing is true,
I will never love
or trust the same way againΒ Β 
You ask me how I feel, I don't know because this is
so hard to describe
I feel like I loved and lost, this has left a deep hole
inside my heart...
Gary Zambrano
Written by
Gary Zambrano  M/NY
(M/NY)   
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