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May 2017
Door now closed,
Like my pain within,
Holding back tremendous sin.
Body still,
Heart real slow,
Wish that I may be let go.
Staring at that little crack,
Seeing that it sees me back.
If I run,
will it follow.
All my pain and all my sorrow.
Can I escape this place within,
Where doors are lock with iron bars.
With cracks that flaunt their nasty scares.
Where I have always been,
The place I'v always known.
This place my brain, is no longer home.
I need to be let free.
So leave me be.
Written by
Georgia Grace  Australia
(Australia)   
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