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Jan 2018
Everything is dark here.
This is my mind.

Everything is dark here.
These are the lies.
The lies you say...
Just to get through another day.

A bird with a broken wing,
Unable to fly.

I'm the dark of the night,
Constantly trying to hide.
Hide away from all the memories.
Hide away from all the past.

Hide away from the people who roam the crowded halls.
In the halls I feel unseen.

Roaming like a ghost.
A piece of furniture out of place.
I don't match the rest of the decor.

But it's okay.
Ana S
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Ana S  My mind
(My mind)   
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   Keith Wilson
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