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Unfair Aug 2016
He jumps out,
          taking her by surprise.
                                                       ­            A cold hand,
                                                                ­   A muffled scream,
Stealing her innocence from
           Underneath.
Unfair Aug 2016
As I toss and turn trying to sleep
I keep hitting my head against the wall.
Every time I drift off
My head connects with purple painted plaster.
It's a never ending repetition,
A headache stuck on repeat
As soon as one ends another begins.
I try to stop, I do.
But there is something comforting about
this dull pain, some simple wall
brings to my brain.

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