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My mind lurks for an answer as my body searches for its identity.

I mourn every morning, afternoon, and night!

What has happened to who I was, who I am, what has happened to me?

My hands cover my face as I stare off into the distant light.

Tears become my words as sniffles become my sound.

I am that of a caged bird.......

A shell of its self constantly being drowned!

Speak not unto me but to my heart for healing.

I am withering slowly......

Time is not of the essence but of my internal killing!

Blessings be to them who receives favor.

Life is a mystery and the mind is a mere maze of routes.

I'm standing in line shivering awaiting to understand what warmth is about.

D.Sharp