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In the Dirt

In the search for ourselves, We often find and meet others, Who make, break, or put us on shelves. Uplifted. Destroyed. Smothered. Like a child loses interest in a thing. We're left, on our own accord. Forgotten, abandoned, breaking. Alone. Left. Wronged. We learn to live for ourselves, only. Looking forward, that is the way, Any other would lead to being lonely Hurt. Lost. Fray. Life is too short to be lived with hurt. Bury the pain, deep, in the dirt.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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