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Missing pieces to my heart,
do not want to go on this way.
I wake up each morning confused,
unsure of my surroundings.
A sense, a feeling;
something is not right.
I do not know what is missing,
just that something is not there.
I go through each day
wishing this void would be filled.
who everyone says I am,
a stranger to me.
I do not know this person inside.
Missing or hidden is the truth,
no one knows;
not even the one looking in the mirror.
Time passes while I stand,
still watching life rush by