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Hello, everyone, My friend and I wrote this poem. I hope you all like it.


I used to have a home. I used to have a family. And now that home is empty. I feel very lonely. They say I'm brave, but I don't care. They look at me like I ain't there. The mirrors are broken, and the walls are gone. All of the memories still wander on. Broken homes and fearful dreams. The inner side of who I am, and who I want to be. My entire life got nothing for free. The voices inside, keep haunting me.

I used to have a lover. I used to have friends. Now my heart is broken, and so very dense. If you touch it, it might just cave in.

I used to have friends and family. They disappeared like I was nothing. The dispute between my heart and my words. I tried to say something, but I’m never heard. It’s like fighting with control, yet I’m always loosing. The story that was told, but with un-bearable scars, and bruisings.

And now I’m stuck with these wounds that never heal. The songs you’ve heard on the radio, are never real. The voices that control us, and give us pain, mimic our flaws and make us feel lame. I used to have a purpose. I used to have feelings. But all that went away, when your heart stopped beating.

Tell me, is this good?

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