POEM STARTER

Submitted by an anonymous Daily Prompt user.

"It was all becoming real."

Use this as the closing line of a poem in any style.

My lost life

I wish I had a single care. For the girl who had always ripped out her hair. Where has she gone, I can't quite see. Though she's right here inside of me. Consumed by a fear; not one can hear. Tells the same amount of lies; as dust in the air. But she's a disappointment The most useless one of all. Why would you lie to me? Saying, “I don't care the amount of times you fall!” You deserve all in this world; stop waiting for me! I will just be here to observe; please be free. Now I Can Finally Realize How Everything had become real.
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