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Mariam Apr 22
i am in a dark room
standing.

i look around
papers are flying everywhere
in the dark.

the dark room is my mind,
and the papers
are my thoughts.

i couldn’t take it.
i had to write them down.
This poem is the start of my idea of the book to let it go and write it down because writing is the only way I know how to let go.

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