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Dec 2015
The walls are falling in again,
The walls are falling in.
I can feel them crumbling again,
I can feel them crumbling.

The air, where has the air gone?
It was here a moment ago.
The cracks have all been sealed;
The air vents refuse to blow.

And the door, wasn't there a door?
Now all I see are four walls.
There was power too, I'm sure,
And a signal so I could call.

But no, there's no way out or in,
And there's no way to escape.
The air is beginning to grow thin
And I know that I'm too late.

The walls are falling in, again;
The walls are falling in.
My own mind, the enemy
When it used to be my friend.

I'm scared for his sake,
I hope he'll be alright.
I have no idea how to help him;
Uselessness is worse than fright.
And nothing is worse
Than knowing someone you love
Is hurting from a cause
That no one, as of yet, knows of.

And my mind, in its fear
Has turned into a death chamber.
Anxiety, this is not the time
To reduce me to a human anchor.
Let me breathe and think,
Get me out of the cage my mind is,
So that I can be there for him
when the mental trap becomes his.
Tasia Howard
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Tasia Howard  19/F/Mountainburg, Arkansas
(19/F/Mountainburg, Arkansas)   
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