Poem -


Layed on seatie scilent my lips shuld be sawn together let the sweet blood drip tie my hands to my chest so I can't typ for I feel cold and lonely like a ghost that whispers but no one hears 
my life is empty
For I can't even be a guardian angel for my kids they see the Tia's they see my face the pain glowing surrounding them failing to protect but damaging them with every failed whisper I'm a ghost to the world but a washed up failed guardian angel to my kids

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