Do you see?
Your words,
they haunt me,
hurt me,
damage me.
My soul aches,
as my spirit dies.
Looking into your empty eyes.
Can't you see?
The consuming pain crushing me?
Why aren't you here with me?
I'm dying, slowly dying.
Why can't you see,
what you do to me?
Please, Mother.
Look at me.
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