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May 2012
As I sit here
My eyes burning with the tears
I have tried so hard to hold inside

I hear the blood curtailing screams
of cell mates, trapped in horrible world
in my unprotected ears
and I want nothing more
than to find silence
in my broken mind

I wish I could turn back the clock
remember
the feeling of
innocents
that came without darkness or anxiety

but that is impossible
and even this
damaged person
knows that.
Written by
Erin M Petersen
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