dead inside
dead outside
cold and desalate
dark and dispationate
we are what we sow
as things often go
we're dead
even before out soul has flead
we're dead alive
dieing with our eyes wide
we dapart
dead
but not dead
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PoetryPoetry from the heart of a broken child. ...And short stories.
Dead Alive
dead inside
dead outside
cold and desalate
dark and dispationate
we are what we sow
as things often go
we're dead
even before out soul has flead
we're dead alive
dieing with our eyes wide
we dapart
dead
but not dead