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Jan 2015
They surround me. They play with my emotions like I'm a puppet. But I go back to them when I can't take the pain from reality. I bow down and beg for them to take it away. They tell me that they will. But they need my heart and soul. I say "If that makes this pain go away." Turns out it didnt help. And now I am forced to go back to them.. I am forced to go back to that place. The place.. The place we call our thoughts.
Amya Green
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Amya Green  Alabama
(Alabama)   
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     Amya Green, --- and Akira Bonner
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