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Amy Mar 2018
I choke on my words
I never see the light of day
I don’t want to go away again

The world is open to me
The door is closed
The sun isn’t shining
The moon isn’t there

I drank my nightmares away
The cries are never heard
The songs are never sung
The boy is always awake

Shoes are left untied
Socks are odd
Shirts are in the laundry basket
Sink is full

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