Missing
Missing posters line the trees
People looking every direction
Searching for a person that they’ve probably never seen
And will probably never see again
I do recognize the face
She’s familiar but I can’t quite put my finger on it
But she’s me
I’m not missing
I’m right here
Then the whole world seems to disappear around me
And I look down to see nothing
Except the body of the missing girl
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