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I want to cry,
But there are no tears left.
I want to tell everything,
But there is no voice in my throat.
I want to hear again,
But I am deaf now.
I want to smell the scent of wet soil and flowers,
But my nose is bleeding.
I want to feel soft green grass and dew under my feet,
But this is impossible now.
I want to fly again in the blue sky,
But my wings are broken.
I want to feel the fast wind.
But I am not feeling my hands.
I am falling and falling,
I am falling in the endless pit of darkness.
And no one is going to save me.

By- Jestover M. D.

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