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leslie estefania Feb 2018
Everywhere i look, i see my past.
Everywhere i go i am trapped in this dark tunnel and it is endless.
Everyday i am awakened, my mind seems to find a light in all of the darkness; hope.
It is hope.
But the light is crushed by a swarm of despair.
Despair, my dear, of my many enemies.
Would you be so dear? Cut these chains,
I am your prisoner.
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leslie estefania May 2020
Why am I like this
Who am I
Why do I drown myself
Who am I
Why can't I get up
Who am I
Why do I stay down
Who am I?

Why do I hurt myself
Why do I let myself go
Why do I cry?
Why do I hurt?
Why do I feel so hopeless and alone
Why do I hate myself so much
Why do I stay high all the time
Becoming things I'm not
Who am I?
Why am I like this.

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