Survival

Stolen from your very soul.

Never knowing the truth.

Deceived for so long.

Reality disappears.

 

Memories following your forever.

Never feeling a purpose.

Doubting your every move.

Only seeing darkness.

 

Strength is grown from disaster.

Never repeating the past.

Hoping for the future.

Remembering my identity. 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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