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May 2015
Every night I dream...
Every night I’m afraid...
Every night there’s no end to what is coming.
Every night I know what’s going to happen and choose not to believe
Every night I ride in my car,
I look up at the moon and there’s a face staring back at me,
And whenever I drive through a streetlight
I’m afraid the lights are enclosing me
There’s no way out.
I’m trapped forever more
I’m afraid for what is coming . . . . .
Violet Smithe
Written by
Violet Smithe  21/F
(21/F)   
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   Nicole Dawn
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