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I am not her
I am not her
She left on that morn
after so many nights
in waiting for your return
After so many moments
of empty kisses
in silent darkness
Slowly She left
but you where too busy to notice
I am not her
She cuts her wrist
to stop its pulse rate
She blocks her heart
to end its beating
She swollows pills
to hide from consciousness
She wakes from dreams
to kill the memory
I am not her
I am unchained
I am free
I love life
and all that's beautiful
I am not her
I still love butterflies
I still pick daises
and sing in gardens
I still watch rainbows
and paint with colours
I still walk on sunshine
alone,but not in solitude
I am not her
She is gone
She's slowly gone
but you never noticed.
Fiction poem-No wrist cutting and pills and etc etc.. just an inspired poem ..but fiction..No worry to none :)
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