As I sit in the corner and watch myself die, I open my mouth wide, as if to scream, but nothing emerges, And my jaw becomes sore, but refuses to close, And I'm left wondering if there's any hope for me, But I don't really want to know.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem, as I faced the realization of what
I'd become.
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