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May Simpson Jul 2015
Crowded by failure,
followed by disappointment,
clouded by self doubt
no way out.
Every turn a dead end.
No light.
Only darkness.
Must escape,
but there is not a way.
I'm drowning.
No air,
only  despair.
May Simpson Jul 2015
I walk alone
head down,
no one around.
Just wishing
I had someone
to be around.
Look up.
It's me.

— The End —