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Amy Harrison Mar 2016
Simply gone is where you are,
You're out of place and lost in space.
You visualize inside your brain,
A world in which you define sane.

Joy is found so tangible here,
there is no pain or vain, nor fear.
Hurtful thoughts that reside inside,
Release themselves, wet, from the eye.

Everyone has this world them self,
To be grown and to own their mental health.
No record of thoughts to be spoken of or read,
This world of mine lives only within my head.

— The End —