a pile of dirt

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it a poem about worth and dirt

Submitted: June 12, 2018

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Submitted: June 12, 2018

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This is me

I am here

eyes swollen and full of tears

my hearts aches and my mind is fuzzy

I wish that I could tell somebody

but the time it takes I am not worth

my value feels less than dirt

I fear that all my joy is to be stolen

all my dreams to be broken

and after my death

my head will be laid to rest

in a pile of dirt 

we share the same worth


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