The tears that run down my face literally burned my skin.

I placed my hands on my cheeks, I don’t know why.

To try to sooth the icy sting, but not to catch the tears that flow.

A mournful dread.

My body shock and quivered in grief.

The life I hoped for myself, my current circumstance.

The state of being that I am in.

I grieved my present existence. 

I gave my all and none of it showed up on the radar.

But I don’t know who else to be, but me.

How to be found acceptable.

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