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The unknown existanceAn existence, a clone, and the unknownLooking at my hands,I wonder,If my mother once used them,Did I…take them from her?Or am I…just merely a cloneWith alterations from my father.Am I merely just a living sculpture,Done by her determination?Or am I just a doll to look after….What am I?I ask the mirror in front of me,Reflecting only a younger image of my mother back at me,And speaking…words of silence.So,What is there,To prove?That I am not a clone, a doll perhaps?Is there an answer? Was there a question? The answer? Science? No….Science only clearly defines our make-up,But what are the secrets within that?Am I just a soul placed into a compatible body?Or am I just a figurement of imagination?Is this world truly real?This one, I'm standing in,Are they real? Am I…real?Does this world truly exist?Do we truly exist?Do I…exist?Is clearly, unknown.
They gave meThey gave meThe soil…That squished between my toes,The water…That dampened my hair,The fire…That fueled my hate,And the wind…That carried my sorrow.The Earth…That made me physical,The plants…That give me life,And the people…that gave me the happiness, judgment and hope I desired,Also gave me the hope,To keep on going.
No existance to conquerNo existence to conquerI conquered that world,That was connected…And thriving….I conquered that world,That was crying and,Being destroyed…I conquered that world,That never existed,Or was seen….I conquered that world,I could never touch,With my hands…
SchoolSchoolI sit in the classroom,Watching the clouds outsideAnd the plants,Blowing in the breezeI look at the cards thrown outAnd the gold on the table…Exchanged.I look at the board,So empty andBlank,No wordsI stand up on the floorAnd walk,Across it,With no balanceI hold the world,In my hands andLook at the dots…Empty.
It's plain sadnessSadness,a feeling of regret and remorse...that envelops my body and soul with an enclosed cloak,crushing the life and happiness out, and leaving my hatewithin the abyss of he**taking it within it's grasp and,torturing....my corrupt soul;spilling the blood from my body...drinking the red liquid from a glass and...enjoying the wretched sounds of my screams,while destroyingthe emptyness of a shell,I once was
I was aloneI was alone,with my hands to my face...catching the tears that poured from my eyes....down my arms and onto my clothes below,i had no one,no one to help me,to make me feel better, to give me hope,but no one was there....no one came...no one stoppped...they all left me...alone on those stairs,to cry and watch my attempts of suicide go by in my headand continue to manifest in my mind, the cruelities of the life that awaited me.I continued to cry....into the darkness that was in front of me,my eyes, blocked themselves,from life....from peace...from happiness...from hate....everything...but the sadness that engulfed my heartand tore it...out of my chest.The broken feelings i felt,could not go unscarred...they would rest with me,on that day, this already satisfied corpse,would ravage her soul and let it loose,to wander the earth and mourn,for the eternity ahead.I was scarred,poisoned....dead...and alone...i was alone...for that time, and the time before th