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Jun 2015
Why is it when we are at our lowest point...and we are the most lonely inside.


We bottle up our true feelings...and try to keep up the appearance that we can survive.


When we are trapped in our own mind..bound by the darkest of night.

Why are we so blinded..afraid to make the first step toward the light
Constantly questioning myself
Mercy B
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Mercy B  ohio
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