Poetry From The Weakened Soul
Author: Neil Evans

Chapter 109
Open Sore

The biggest part of me
Was always a little
Piece of you.
I'm nothing without you.

Can you tell how I
Thirst for you, every
Day it hurts me.
I still need you.

In a few days,
I might not be here,
Not unless I see you.
Don't fret, please,
I'm already dead inside.


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