Ironic, Isn'T It? Poem by Precious Anne

Ironic, Isn'T It?



I'm safe but not secured
I'm full but still empty
I'm found but not kept
I'm living but not awake
I'm wanting but not wanted
I'm doing but not done
I'm laughing but not rejoicing
I'm loved but not felt love
I'm dying but still wanting to live..

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