Who Am I


Blank, when it's my turn to speak.
That is my mind.
Hurt, when it's important to be bold.
That is my confidence.
Aches, when all that must be done is to be understood.
That is my heart.
Lost, Shattered, Broken, obsolete within the emptiness of my corpse.
That is my spirit.

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