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Apr 2017
What is this inside of me?
Twisting and Turning in my chest,
Invisible bile rising in my throat.
This darkness,
Thrashing about in my being
Threatening to burst
And infect every cell.

This unrest is going to be the end of me.
No peace,
No rest,
Blood rushing through my veins
My body urging me, DO SOMETHING.
But my mind unaware of a solution.

I am in turmoil, agony,
Waiting for it to end.
This storm rages inside of me.

And all I can do is pray
That the darkness will not win.
From a particularly unsettling kind of day.
Alyssa Lynn
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Alyssa Lynn  20/F/United States
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