christina smith - Spun

Wasted
before I'd even tasted.
Knowing
just not going.
Trapped
although it has all been mapped.
Unable
it was all just another fable.
Alone
and very much grown.
A shell
in an oceanless ****
Tired
even while wired
Unhappy
since birth
Life has been crappy
Existing
While also resisting!
Done
over before I've begun!
You know
Spun!

christina smith

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