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Sep 2011
broken
hollow
empty and alone
I feel cheated
as if something was stolen
inventory
things are missing
a heart
a soul
a lifeΒ 
a laugh
a smile
a chance
they are gone
everybody is hiding something
never trust again
never love a human being again
wings spread out
flaring behind my back
sitting
fetal position
hands covering ears
tear silently falling
who knows
there may not be a future
a knife lifts up
glass shatters
I am dead
and then there is white
all around
everywhere
silence
peace
calm
sadness
indeed I am truly dead
for that is what comes after death
whiteness
it's over
I'm falling apart
we will never be together.
Sara Ackermann
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Sara Ackermann  23/F/New Richmond, Wisconsin
(23/F/New Richmond, Wisconsin)   
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