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Miss Me May 2018
These  moments always  empty of life
existence  it will never be

For there was hope to one day
Feel the likes of all the others

Always dismissed and never seen
The spirit always being alone

Never rising to it's fullness
And never to be shown

It lays tethered
Bleeding and torn to shredds

If only one day it could
Ever succumb you

You would no longer judge
And no longer would you laugh

The screams of fear
Always left unheard

While laying and writhering
The escape of it never being

To pray for an exit
But leaving you here

Is not yet possible
Forever gone you'll always be
Non existent instead

— The End —