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Mar 2015
Four walls.
Two doors.
One window.
This room is eating me alive.
My mind is racing.
Cold under the sheets but the window stays closed.
This bed is partially empty.
Only one door with an entry.
These walls closing in on me.
I keep waiting for the floor to fall beneath me.

-Courtney Jean
Courtney Jean
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Courtney Jean  Clarksville, Tennessee
(Clarksville, Tennessee)   
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