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I am sorry that I still am stuck,
in here dragging down.
Like a snake wandering around.
The earth is dusty and messy,
I can feel the smell of dirt.
But my body does not hurt.
Strange, I know.
I am cold, but I do not shiver.
Drinking water from a pity river.
I am sorry that I still am stuck,
my emotions are being drawn.
Tomorrow, a new skin will be worn.
But will it fit, or just adorn?
About the Creator
Ina Zeneli
In love with writing books for kids, young adults, poetry, and novels.
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https://www.amazon.com/author/inazeneli
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