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Nov 2017
Trying to hard.
Not trying hard enough.
Trying to write anything to ease the pain.
Trying to smile for a while.

Just looking for a place to call home.
So fed up of broken promise and lies.
Needing friend and a shoulder to lean on.
Hoping for some mindful sleep.

I am just trying to find the lost voice.
Trying to find the real me.
I not trying to fit into your world.
I am here to make my own world.
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stephanie burrows  F
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