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Mar 2016
I felt empty;
every possible notion
of happiness, and the brilliant light
that once stood so stark
against this aching, hollow dark,
had been eclipsed
by the encompassing knowledge
that i was an undersea mountain
forced to stand alone and unmoving
and watch as the faces i knew
pass me by, onto calmer waters

I stand inconsolable in my emptiness
it is a captivating and terrible thing to behold.
Georgia Marginson-Swart
Written by
Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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