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May 2012
Shallow, quick breaths
Cold sweat drips from the brow
The four walls are a cage
And I'm never let out.

I can run but, it always finds me
Hunts me down until I can't run anymore
Corners me in this room
It is predator
I am prey.

Haven't felt safe in years
Not outside forces but, within
Fear has grown and grown
Longing to feel comfort once again.

Days of smiles are long since gone
Tears seem here to stay
Hazy sadness and crazy days
When will it go away?
Rosie Wisniewski
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Rosie Wisniewski  Michigan
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