Everyone around me seems to fit,
they seem connected to something,
something I’m not.
It’s like I have no past.
Nothing I have is real.
This is where they took us from.
We used to sleep right here.
We had nothing except each other.
They took that from us.
Your name was: considered disposable.
We never needed your consent.
Yours or anyone’s
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