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Sep 2012
I am sorrow,

Overcast-ed by droplets of H20
and a grey outlook,

From an island of depression
By not able to withstand the voices of the house,

I'm from an unknown land
Where my forbidden thoughts linger,

I'm from bed to chair to walk,
Secret tears on the isolated
Bare floor,
Waiting to vaporize into
The thick oxygen,

From arms to legs griped together,
From dreams to nightmares,
From fiction to reality.
Isabella H
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