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No One Cares ..... Whether I.....

Regardless......

My tears, are wet.

My plight, is real.

My voice, now mute.

They say with time, all heals....

Bit they don't say, when.

I have a morbid thought, that.

The world is not for me.

To me it seems, I'm lost and...

I no longer fit in, or belong.

My body tires and aches.

I'd gladly sleep, and.....

Not

Wake.

Giajl © Jim Love