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Apr 2015
The hatred inside
Boils my bones
It feels like the sun
Is wrenching at my heart
I can't escape
Because I am
My own prison
This could end
But only by one way
Yet I may be stuck
In this hollowed corpse
The nothingness inside
Is a dark abyss
Filled with monsterous
Creatures
Waiting to attack
If only I had
A weapon
To fend for myself
Against myself
I wrote this really quick in class when I got bored. I know it's kind of all over the place but you know. School brings this out of me....
Emily Dolde
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Emily Dolde  Arizona
(Arizona)   
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