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Upside Right
Its all gone
Everything and what I have left of life is little shrubs
almost like a dying rosebush
what I once had imagined would be different has turned dull
and the intensity is still rising
the fire beneath me makes me want to freeze up like ice
all that I have worked for is faded
the petals are dying and nobody sees it but me
I, I am trying to deeply breathe in the dust storm
To just eliminate my existence but who,
Who can hear me, no one
When my silence is broken and my wings are cut off
Will I fall?
Will I ever forgive myself for all I have done and am doing as you read while I rot,
Tears are tired of clashing with my skin and their just giving up….
Should I?
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