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Sep 2013
Fate twisted and turned into what was instead of what is,
Feel the rocks beneath your feet,
Smell the dreadful sorrow coming from deep within,
Resist the compelling urge to fight back,
Accept the darkening clouds filling the sky leaving you empty,
Broken,
Alone.
Why do i suffer so?
All there is,
Pain.
All there ever was,
Agony.
Surrounded by dozens,
Yet so utterly alone in this.
Somehow i got lost along the way,
Forgotten and abandoned,
No one to listen to my cries.

I am,
Nothing.
Amy John
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   Andrew P Marheine and Eliza
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