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Jan 2018
As the prongs hit the page
my soul poured out.
The thoughts that haunted me in my dreams,
the thoughts that made me want to scream.
The quick ticks of metal against metal
fueled my fingers that were burning with ire and melancholy.
And before I knew it,
I was drained
of everything I once had bottled up inside-
it made me free.
mikhaila
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mikhaila  20/F/bowling green
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