Original Poetry

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Think of me
on every time
you have blank thoughts
Feel me every time
you feel numbed
by a world that
shuts you out
Leave me as a memory
that stands to be there
But only when you’re
alone and you find
your hand empty
or your heart broken
Think of me as an unseen
shadow that keeps
you without question
A spectre who
knows you more
than you do.

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