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lostmyslef

Published: Mar 21, 2013

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My name is unloved,
hopeless,
and haunted.

I live in hell,
cowering away,
curled up in my shell.

I dream of death,
escaping this place
by ceasing my breath.

This is me,
crying in despair,
wishing to be free.

Will I ever know joy,
or will I stay here forever,
your broken little toy?

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