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by Odessa Mar 6, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
I lie in my room, Lights off. I prefer this gloom, Inside this loft. I'm broken and torn, Destroyed to the bone, Can one's own loss be mourned? I miss my humanity, I miss the old me. How foolish, Thinking that you'd set me free.