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Dec 2015
SittingΒ Β alone on the darkest of the nights
No stars are seen to make it bright
You feel a presence behind your back
Turn around but see no track
Standing up you start to pace
A cold wind blows across your face
Walking back and forth you fall
Come to find out your alone after all
This was the very first poem I wrote. I was 16.
Stacy Mills
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Stacy Mills  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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