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Sep 2015
I sit in this empty room and think. I think of my past and my future. I think of my present. The people that are here right now but won't be soon. I think of the people who have yet to be here and I wonder. How much will change? Will anything stay the same? The people I loved, I don't love. What am I to do? This empty room offers nothing in the way of help to my screams of desperation. I am so lost and confused. I feel so alone in this empty room that's really full of people full of life.
Grace Fedo
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Grace Fedo  Boone, NC
(Boone, NC)   
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