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Dec 2016
Guilt and shame;
Look at the definition,
There's my name.
Demons inside me,
Named turmoil and hate;
Judging my actions,
Anxiety they create.
Drowning in fear,
Gasping for breaths.
Will the darkness end?
When can i rest?
Melancholy, nicknamed blue;
Is this who I am?
Or is because of you?
Worn down and helpless;
I can't find my strength.
One of the young and reckless.
Can't find my place.
Woken up to unwanted kisses.
Woken up in fine lace.
Another midnight lover,
I feel beautiful.
I feel wanted, when under the covers.
Teana Miller
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Teana Miller
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     --- and Raj Bhandari
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