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Cardboard Cutout
I was once innocent and pure minded.
Now I am corrupted and broken.
I have shattered into a million pieces and can never gain all of them back.
Each step I take pushes me a mile back.
To where I am forever lost.
The hope disappeared.
Along with any shred of humanity I have left.
That spirited child grew up and shriveled to the ground;
Cold and lifeless- but still with a beating, bruised heart.
I try to thrive, to push It all away.
To scream, "mercy!"
To call out for help.
I am here! Right in front of you!
But all they see is the flat cardboard cutout.
They all walk by.
"Nothing is wrong here," they think.