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Jan 2018
Afraid with no direction
Tired and alone
I'm finding myself struggling
In the place that once was home

Recalling distant memories
And locking every door
The things that only used to be
Lay scattered on this floor

Treasures I held dear to me
Dissapear before my eyes
It's like loosing every puzzle piece
And falling down each time I try

They knock upon the door
My patience slowly running thin
I pray the door stays locked
...But you let them walk right in
Ruth Cardenas
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