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Dec 2018
From a great distance
I can hear someone calling my name
I can't tell a man or a woman or a child
Someone is calling me
The voices are whispers to my ears
They have awakened me from a long sleep
Whispers, yes whispers, my name
It's like it needs help
As if it is a muffled cry for help
It wants me to save it
Me living in this prosthetic world of need
I am determined to help
I am not wide awake, my eyes half closed
Considering everything a dream
I am sitting upright with strength in my *****
With a hope that I will make everything alright
That I will keep fighting the demons that lurk in darkness
I will save the screaming whispers in this half asleep world
It said, "Its time"
And somehow I knew it had saved Me.
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Menka Singh  21
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