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I'm not here. I'm not there. I'm not anywhere
I'm no-one, I'm nothing
I'm not alive
But I'm not dead either.
But I don't live,
I'm just killing time,
people,
hours,
myself,
And I must breathe
Until one day
I'll surely have
My very wanted, loved
and longed
dying breath.
I'm no-one, I'm nothing
I'm not alive
But I'm not dead either.
But I don't live,
I'm just killing time,
people,
hours,
myself,
And I must breathe
Until one day
I'll surely have
My very wanted, loved
and longed
dying breath.
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I've been waiting for the day I will surely die. And it's here.
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This poem is so capturing. Pain locked in a body, that's what it makes me think of. You've really put emotions down in words.