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Dec 2016
There's a hole in my roof, I know not what to do.
My lamplight is fading, I've worn out my shoes.
Life's at a junction, a crossroads maybe.
From myself,
I must let go,
someone must help save me,
Time to be set free.
Dark alleyways and corners all dragging me in,
First sleep is chasing me and I can't give in.
My pretty eyes shut.
I start the night's battle,
As soon they shut, my how the brain rattles.
I'm stuck on a fence at the top of the world.
Each day another ****** nightmare unfurls.
Like a pennant carried by a chap on an apocalypse horse.
On a course out to fail.
In a yacht with no sail.
Drifting off course and nothing could be worse
I'm alive and I'm well, but this is sheer hell.
In need of support, but feel like it's sport.
I am a fox, please find me a hole!
(C) LIVVI
Olivia Kent
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Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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