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Gone Girl
I collect up the pieces of my former life
Photos, articles, trinkets and pictures,
that reverberate with a life once lived,
far away from where I am now.
I was once a borderline, edging death.
A cathartic catchpole where I caught nothing but pain.
Grazing on the remnants of the past, I realise
that I was set up to fail.
No one there to see the beating heart of kindness.
...Wednesday 27th March 2024 6:52 pm
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