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You are now dead, but
still in my head.
What should I do?
You kind of reflect in my eyes
when I close my lids.
The deceased can't talk, but you do in my ears.
What's happening? It's so weird.
My throat gets dry when I swear
I will let throw you out from my brain.
My veins throb when I say, 'I don't want you.'
Is this a video game or someone playing a prank?
Am I brave that I still battle with a soul?
Or will I find peace, or will it shatter me into pieces?
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Greenhough Avatar
January 6, 2024 at 11:12 AM
Nice poem with a view of "Let it go". Death affects each person in a different way.
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January 6, 2024 at 12:24 PM
Yes.
wolf Avatar
January 6, 2024 at 11:52 AM
thank you, hope you liked it.
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