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Nov 2016
No matter the expression
across my lonely face
know that underneath
I feel out of place.
There's an ocean of lava
crashing against my shell
boiling up inside
this small version of hell
caught within my lungs
so I can hardly breathe
afraid if any leaks
you'll turn around and leave.
Sarah
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Sarah  31/F/Michigan
(31/F/Michigan)   
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