Remnants
How many times do I have to die, before I am allowed to live?
I slip further into the shadows and grasp the idea that...
I’m no longer needed, wanted
or welcomed by those who I have spent my whole life loving
so shove me in a corner and pretend that I am gone
Dear God how many times do I have to die, before I'm allowed to live.
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