contrived

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stolen moments

are my everyday

every breath i take

a reminder that says


"you are still alive"


an empty stare

looks back at me

captured in a mirror

trying to get free


getting to tired to try


stolen moments

sitting all alone

no visitors knocking

no ringing telephone


a silence amplified


a darkness falls

sun shining bright

a final journey

into the white light


a life contrived


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