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Nov 2016
When I sit here in the dark
I am troubled with thoughts
Of storms brewing inside me
I am haunted by the ghosts
Of faces I have never seen
Not in this life
I cannot tell if I am filled
With a green and lush life
Or if all I am, all I have ever been
Is a lost soul echoing through eternity
Screaming for recognition
And finding only starless blackness
In the eyes of myself
Georgia Marginson-Swart
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Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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