Missing inside
is the innocence,
and the happiness.
Replaced by pain
and the struggles
that continue
to break me,
hurt me, control me,
and confuse me.
I’m walking in
a dream like state
wondering if
the missing will
ever be found,
and return again
inside my soul.















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So true...
I can relate so much to this.
A really nice poem.
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Flavius: What do you call those?
Spock: I call them ears.
Flavius: Are you trying to be funny?
Spock: Never.
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~Sarah
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In life, you can't always make a 'right turn' or a 'wrong turn', sometimes you go in circles.
Think About It!
Brilliant poem.
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"If you drink much from a bottle marked poison, it is almost sure to disagree with you, sooner or later." ~ Lewis Carrol, Alice in Wonderland
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