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Can You See Me?

Beat me
call me names
do something.

I want to exist
I need to feel,

pain.


The little girl
rises from the grave,
tears still falling from death
screaming for a mother that never comes.

There's not a home for the lost,
and comfort is a story I long to hear
yet that part of me must be deaf.
Written by nikkimoe
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