Not to be found
I wasnt to be found this time.
I made sure of it.
I planned it to the very end.
This time I wouldnt be found.
Now Im dead on the ground.
I am satisfied I was not found.
I tryed for to long to fight and stay.
I knew that I never could win.
Im so glad I was not found.
It was pointless you trying to find me.
In my moment of unhealthy glee.
Im gone now I didnt want to be found.
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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