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Sep 2021
So often I feel that I do not exist
And I have wondered what it would be like
to allow myself to
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Just­ outside your field of vision
Blending in with the nothingness
that borders the outskirts
of your periphery
I want to be where I am not
Exist in liminal space
in emptiness
as nothing…
Broken charcoal
pencils and crayons
are all just as useful broken
as they are whole
A broken mirror
offers you your own reflection
fractured
warped
but it is still you
reflected
Written by
Heidi Werner  24/F/VA
(24/F/VA)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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