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Feb 2018
It will find you
Somehow the loudest, alone in bed
Summoning all those voices in your head
Thinking isn’t bad
Overthinking, though, is deadly
Open the window and stare at the stars
Wonder if they can feel this all the way on Mars
Has it found anyone else
This burning, bright violence
Silence.
Emily Joyce
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Emily Joyce  21/F/Maine
(21/F/Maine)   
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