Wounded Souls
Author: CD


Sometimes I find myself walking around feeling nothing but numb inside.
I have actually felt like this ever since you've died.
It feels as though a part of me has also died too, never the same again.
Someone saying, hows your day? now no need to pretend.
Alot of people are just like me, walking wounded souls in this place.
You can't always tell just who we are by looking in our face.


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