Dying Twice
We all have two forms of life,
One is physical,
With broken bones as strife,
But one is mental.
The physical life,
Ends when we die,
Possibly under the knife,
Or just with a final sigh.
The mental ends,
When someone respected,
Takes our dreams and bends,
When least expected.
They put you down,
Until you no longer try,
Make your inner child frown,
Then die.
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