Dead but AliveA Poem by Hunter Mullisuhh, it's garbage that i write in class
They sit, like normal.
Answering questions, jotting down notes, nothing different from what's normal. That's when I hear those words, now I can see it. The change that's underlying, skewing the view of my mind. Now I realize the fact of the matter. What I thought I knew has been dead, Yet there they sit still alive.
© 2018 Hunter MullisAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on December 6, 2018 Last Updated on December 6, 2018 AuthorHunter MullisChilliwack, BC, CanadaAboutI don’t come here as often as I used to, Maybe that’ll change. Who knows more..Writing
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