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Dec 2015
Fear, it grabs my wrist and pulls me down
Your day is green, mine's turned brown
I try to leave but I'm stuck in place
All alone in this little space
My thoughts, my mind are now quite dark
Not even a flicker or a spark
I'd rather be dreaming than awake
My emotions become a silent quake
You can't help me, nothing can
Not a pill, not a plan
Alone I have to climb this pit
Trudging, slipping, bit by bit
Desiree Schort
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