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Dec 2024
I'm trapped
lost in the shadows
of despair,
I'm lonely and sad

I don't have a childhood
but a trauma hood

I only have myself
and the vulture that surrounds my existence

aching and hungering for me to decay into a silhouette of what could have been my greatest potential
Written by
brooklynn  F
(F)   
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