MULLING.

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I feel less and less
Alive everyday.
I’m hungry but
I don’t know how
To feed me.
I’m lost and I
Can’t find my way.
I wanted to write
But my words
Don’t rhyme to
Create a poetry.
I am sad, bitter
And lonely.
I crave the dark
To fill my sanity.
I hope, you’ll find me,
Before I kill myself
With my own filthy hands
And cruelty.

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