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Mar 2018
When will the time come,
When I'll feel content?
The walls built around me,
Seem like cement.
My screams might as well be,
Nonexistent.

If not one heard it;
No one heard the yell,
No one really fell.

Laying down, I look up.
The sky offers no comfort.
I am still as I was,
I still feel alone and hurt.
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