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Anyone actually

Anyone actually

Would anyone actually notice if I just disappeared 
Because right now the thoughts that consume me make me feel like no one would care 
Will anyone actually ever see the effects a simple thing has on me 
Because right now it feels like a never because society sees me as broken goods dispute never wanting to be in the situation I am 

 Would anyone actually care if I wasn’t here anymore 
Because right now Im drowning in a river of feeling that I don’t want to feel because of the guilt they give me 
Will anyone actually care if I gave up 
Because right now I feel like it would be better that way I don’t have to deal with theses emotions that make me feel so pathetic 

Would anyone actually bat an eye lid if I wasn’t around 
Because right now those batting eye lids seem few and far between 
Will anyone actually ever know how I feel 
Because right now that seems impossible ax even I don’t know no more 

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Wilford Barker

Being in the fog can be a very scary thing..
The dampness.. clouded vision and thoughts.. aloneness..
So many people has experienced this in life.. but has lived to experience the sunshine also..
i am reminded of a verse in scripture that says. ‘This too shall pass.”
hold on to that my friend. 
Your poem speaks of the “Right now.” Live for the hereafter.
 

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