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Dec 2016
the holes in the walls
tell of my past
when i had my falls
and when I thought I wouldn't last

The broken doors
and empty room
tell of the wars
when I faced my doom

The darkened light
and shattered glass
from my lonely nights
held in my past

The broken house
falling down
I feel like a mouse
trapped  in the ground
Breanna Riddle
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Breanna Riddle  22/F/Maryland
(22/F/Maryland)   
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