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Who am I

Someone else’s shoes

Feeling lost feeling alone
I wonder what it feels like to be disowned. I wonder what it’s like I try and speak though a mic. 
No family or friends cant call them.
no one to turn to or talk to 
I wonder what it’s like to be one of them 
you can’t rely on them.  

They can’t rely on you 
Even when you try to you don’t know what to do. 
They say you can’t pick your family but you and choose your friends.
I wonder which one will be there till the bitter end. 
 

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sparrowsong

Hello Jessica...

Hermit?

Isolation?

Are you in it now?

I think that's part of the Mystery...

It depends on you...

​​​​​​GOOD and Positive thoughts when a negative one tries to come in?

You're already doing that?

We all have a different Path that leads to Home...

Some may be lucky to be under a leak proof Roof...

This is just a Living Experience and short Journey...

It's temporary...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

 

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Jessica Cameron

I used to think it’s temporary but when it’s been going on for years. You see things in a different light I’m just trying to use the words to make me feel better. Thanks for the support 

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Nine Eleven

Some people are destined to be alone, but in these spaces of isolation, we can find our self,  wondering through the fog. Your not truly alone Jessica, you share an atom with the rest of eternity. X

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Being Me

You find out who your true friends are, who has your back etc when you are in the darkest of places x

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