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Mar 2015
I’m fearful of reality
and scared of my death
I’m afraid of not speaking
and wasting my breath
and leaving that empty space
inside of my head
to dwell on the fact
that nothing’s been said
and that I’m uneasy
of going off on my own
even if I think
I’m better off alone
Written by
Britany  Wisconsin
(Wisconsin)   
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