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Just another poem
It echos
From nothing but a void in my chest
"Go back...Go back."
Like words that tear through my throat
As i tremble
"Go...back..."
They hide in seldom thoughts
The kind you get around 4 o'clock in mid evening
Spaced out not able to do anything
But all you feel like doing is dying
only to be saved, not for attention
Just to know you life was worth something
From nothing but a void in my chest
"Go back...Go back."
Like words that tear through my throat
As i tremble
"Go...back..."
They hide in seldom thoughts
The kind you get around 4 o'clock in mid evening
Spaced out not able to do anything
But all you feel like doing is dying
only to be saved, not for attention
Just to know you life was worth something
Published 29th Mar 2016
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8th Jun 2016 6:48am
It seems like it is coming from an honest place of feeling. That is always the most important thing to me. For advice, I would say expand on it. My works tend to be expansive.
