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Lost Child

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Each day I starve
is another day closer to death.

Each day that i'm not loved
is another day i realize
that i am not worthy.

And each day that I'm ignored by others
is another day that I'd rather be dead
than suffering in pain.

Because as I've become
this wandering offspring,
I've become to be invisible
to you and all others.

Cause can't you see
that my light brown hair
has become greasy and knotted.
That my shining bright smile
has become dim and weak.
That my sparkle baby blue eyes
has become sorrow and wet.
That my soft smooth skin
has become hard and cracked.
That my happiness in life
has become a joke.
And that my everything
has been ripped away
from my heart.

I have become
this wandering offspring
that no one seems to notice.

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◄ Ones' Face

You took my Heart ►


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