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Belong
Leather Notebook

I talk, but no one listens.
My fears being waved away,
Like a cloud of smoke.
The pain of being discarded,
Like a finished cigarette
Stomped on by passers by
No one can hear me screaming,
No one can hear me cry.
I am but a lost soul.
I belong nowhere,
not even my home.
I am here alone,
destined to roam trying to find
somewhere I belong.

 

Rhiannon Hamper
 

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