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Dec 2018
I feel
as I’m nothing.
I’m a drop of rain.
You don’t notice me
running down
your windowpane.

I feel
sad and lonely
most of the time.
You don’t hear me.
I speak to you
in pantomime

I feel
deep anguish.
I’ve been cut into.
You can’t feel
the jagged blade
going through.
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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