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Emily McClelland May 2018
Drowning in fog as visions fade,
Down, down below the surface.
Where monsters lurk, march in parade,
In celebration of your essential demise.
Emily McClelland May 2018
I am shent.
Left to wonder where I went wrong,
Despite doing right through reassurance.
Emily McClelland May 2018
What are we defined by our peers?
We must fight back!
Those who hide, timid of sorts,
Are left to be destroyed in battle.
Emily McClelland May 2018
How can one live such a way?
Where everything fades to darkness.
In which they feel a black hole, suffocating.
As if their heart is loveless, emotionless, and shy.
Emily McClelland May 2018
Harrowed thoughts are those that scare soul away,
Draining life between your fingertips, and right before your eyes.
Emily McClelland May 2018
Feats as large as mountains,
Crave for more than guilt.
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