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Dec 2011
I am     suffocated     by their eyes.
    These watchful expectant glares keep me trapped inside.
My mind fails me as jumbled ugly words project like slimy *****
     What they expected is fulfilled and in that fleeting instant all hope for me to
                                                              ­                   change in spite of myself is lost.
    And the d
                    o
               w
                      n
               w
                       a
                 r
                        d   spiral commences, they look away and shake their heads as their thoughts manifest.
There is no hope for me now.
Written by
Lisa V
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