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Apr 2015
Searching for an answer,
Seeking for that reason.
Bound to you by society
Trying to escape.
Caught up in your moments,
A pawn in your game.
I'm held hostage by the words,
Searching for serenity.
I want to break free,
To fly to the places I should be.
Disappointment looms overhead,
Clouds of fear always in sight.
Your lips speak sweetness,
Your actions like knives.
The day will come,
When I shall thrive.
Until that day,
I'll say goodnight.
Written by
Kierra Mellenthin  Terre Haute, IN
(Terre Haute, IN)   
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   Cecil Miller
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