A poem which describes my feelings and the reason why I feel dead even I'm alive. The reason why I feel absent even I'm present.

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…moon is so beautiful

Also the stars in the sky

But life is so painful

And it really makes me cry.

I'm present, but in the same time absent.

Alive, but in the same time dead.

I'm present in this world, but I feel absent.

I'm alive in this life, but I feel dead.

Because I'm not free.

And I can't find some wisdom.

With people I don't agree.

And I can't get any…

By Mary Khend