Sunday, June 17, 2012


We all saw it
The shift
Before you left
The silence after the storm
And we wondered
Who would take care of us
After you had been replaced
Who would we become because of it
Someone who is misunderstood
Someone who gives up
Someone who hurts the others
But carries on as if nothing matters
And nobody knows
Someone who uses their body as
A means of escape
Someone who’s forgotten
But we are all okay
Aren’t we?

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