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By bigstars29

Do I have any feelings left? For all seems lost My mind tortured And left off to dust. Do I have any sight left? For all I see is barren My vision snatched And left off unknown. Do I have any voice left? For all I say isn't heard My voice disrupted Pressed firmly and bound. Do I have any myself left? For all through I search in vain Me myself depressed I continue to search with hope again. bigstars29-Nida

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