I lie here on the ground
fraying at the edges
torn along the seams
falling apart again
I have been locked away for years
folded into shapes
crushed
hidden in drawers
in cupboards
falling behind the furniture
I am collecting dust
I am becoming dust
Parts of me fall to the ground
my fingers
my toes
my feelings
I can see them falling far from me
and i am not scared
I lie here in a pile on the floor
arms above me
my hair underneath me
my own eyes looking back at me
I am old and worn
I am lost
I am forgotten
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