Deja Vu.A Poem by Ashley Simonne
All disasters are; I am.
Wreckless. Miserable. Unreal. All beauty is; I am not. Simple. Questionable. Real. I am disaster. I know no beauty. I am wreckless in my complexity. I am deep under miserableness, I can no longer question it. I feel so unreal, I don’t know if I am truly existing. I am gone. This disaster. One of millions. Is so far gone. © 2012 Ashley SimonneAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on December 29, 2012 Last Updated on December 29, 2012 Tags: depression, poetry AuthorAshley SimonneMoorpark, CAAboutI'm an 18 year old cancer survivor with a dream of one day putting it all behind me and letting it be a part of my past but for now I'm still recovering. I love to make people smile but I have issues .. more..Writing
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