I don't mourn for the dead,
Losses don't burden my soul,
I've forgotten the art of connection,
Attachment feels flimsy,
Commitment seems like squandered time,
Behind a mask of myriad faces, I hid the fact that, I've become automaton.
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Author:
Necky (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In the battle of survival, I have lost a human part of my soul. It is buried so deep and forgotten with time, that I don't even know how to find it anymore.
- Category: Reflection
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