Removed.
From your contacts.
From Facebook and Twitter.
From t-h-e b-o-o-k.
Erased.
From your memory.
From the hard drive of your life.
No record for the future.
Stamped out.
As if my name, my being, no longer exists.
Never existed.
Ever.
Deleted.
Just like that.
Unleashed 
wow… this is powerful… I’ve been there…
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Thank you, Vanessa. I wasn’t sure about it, but wanted to try it anyway.
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There are so many interesting applications for the word “deleted.” You got my imagination going with this one. Interesting post.
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Yes! I agree. I questioned this one. Silly me.
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I agree – this is a powerful piece. The end feels so…permanent? final? Nicely written.
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It feels that way to me too, Ellen. Thanks for taking the time to comment.
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So sad…with a touch of anger? (Or maybe that’s my own experience I’m bringing to this!) LOVE this post! I can really relate. Thank you!
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Hi Michelle. Thank you for loving it. I almost didn’t write it. No anger. A reflection on the what happens sometimes.
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Emotions come through with so few words. Nice!
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That’s why I’m Unleashed, like Niagara Falls! Thanks for taking the time to read the poem and especially to comment.
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I somehow think that this very action of deleting someone can result in the opposite. Sometimes this act was not the result of a face to face conversation, thereby leaving things unresolved. Powerful writing.
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Ahhh, the modern world. One of the many, many downfalls of technology and living in an impulsive world. I appreciate that you took the time to read and respond to my writing.
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