goingon's Diaryland Diary

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Numb

I can shine in darkness.

But no one wants me to.

I could smile just for you.

But no one appreciates it.

I work hard and harder.

But nothing helps.

I say words-that aren’t heard.
I write letters-never read.
I touch ghosts-my fingers go right through them.

No.

I am the ghost.

I start getting numb again.

The louder I scream, the more invisible I seem.

That’s the way it was.
That’s the way it is.
That’s the way it will be.

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