Who am I 

I’ve walked so far back, I can’t see the lights. This smell that smells putrid, I’ve grown used to. What do flowers smell like anymore, all I can smell is death. 

I feel like I am stuck in pitch. I can’t get out. Who will help me, who will love me. 

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