Achingly desperate,
reaching for words can
seem insatiable,
losing time, pondering
the drawers, where the lost
words and memories lie,
locked away, in a secret
place somewhere, like
a mouse trapped in a maze.
Remember the life essence,
not the shell, I'm still here,
hiding somewhere,
Still somewhere...
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