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Reach

In the darkness,
the empty house creaks.

Hollow foot steps
hitting rotting wood.

My eyes can see you
walking through this place,
holding that camera.

What are you doing?
Are you trying to find
evidence?

Do you want to prove I'm
still alive?

I really am still alive,
why is everyone looking
past me?

I scream for them,
I get so mad I throw things.

Why can't you see me?

I get it, you're all too good
for the likes of me?

In those cute clothes,
inside your head you mock
my kimono.

In that case I'll reach for you
and take that pretty skin and
then someone will see me and
save me.
Written by Cinny
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