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Nov 2017
I was falling deeper
into the abyss,
and i shouted for help
i was greeted with words
but i never received hands
to pull me
out of it.

I barely remember
when i first started talking
yet i knew all my needs
where provided by crying.

Now, i am more capable
of more complex letters
and clearly, walking
to seek help first.

But i am stuck
in this
endless cycle
of
doing everything but failing
running but losing
hitting
writing.

This isn’t a letter
and it’s addressed to no one
because
i don’t know how to talk
and even get to someone.
Jethro El Lapuz Camara
Written by
Jethro El Lapuz Camara  17/M
(17/M)   
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   Simon Monahan
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