Cell Of Life
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Lonely, sitting in abject sadness, not knowing what to do, I am just decaying in back doors of life.
Tears unable to be reached, because they have been pushed so deeply, even I can no longer reach them.
There's nothing to be done, it's part and parcel of my life and all I can do is accept and write about it, in the cell of my little life.
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