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May 2017
what do you do when you feel stuck in a bubble?
your voice is muffled along with your cries,

this bubble of mine lets things in but is adamant against letting anything out,
so my space is filled; crowded; overflowing and completely overtaken by everyone- but me,
i reserved a spot for myself in the furthest corner of my mind,
put my body on auto and just... watch

i burn numb.

heated and unfeeling.

i'm alive
right?

i'm the living dead.
and now i'm withering away
Sarah Salako
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Sarah Salako  25/F/LDN
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