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Date Written: September 12, 2017

As time passes,

life gets lonelier,

as the stars in the heavens afar.


Being left on the cold

steps off the church,

to die, with no hope

for survival, I survived

a life so treacherous, that

one would reach for a rope.


A life of purpose

should be an aspiration

we all are born with,

not to be scorned

as a curse.


As my tears dry

I tell my fears

I've lived a life

complete, before.


I had the perfect words

to write my story,

life in e'Motion.

In my sadness

it's all blurred.


Life has lost it's savor,

as I figure out

Who I am,

with fervor.





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