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Jan 2015
Untitled
It's a crowded place
Up here
In my mind
The radio is always on
A voice of self-hatred
Takes root in my head
A soft glow of joy
Cowers behind self-preservation
it's dark in my imagination
It's not done
Written by
Courtney Gaura
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