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Feb 2016
My thoughts mirror every object that hits my attention
******* me into a world
distraught, hurt, and in a frenzy..
When will the good times roll?
When will my hurt come out of what feels like a sunk in hole.
my whole is picked apart
hope is no longer attached.
I just feel under attack.
waiting like a fish
almost breathing under water
I feel sick when I just want to feel stronger..
Alyssa Nena
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Alyssa Nena  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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