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Apr 2018
As I ran from the gentle eyes
I could feel my feet
inside my shoes
pounding the pavement.

Finally,
I felt my body leaving a space,
triggered by fear,
betrayal,
and discomfort.

My emotions were devastated
but my body felt.

My lungs burned
as I sprinted
up, up the stairs
higher, always higher.

I sat in the staircase to the attic
Hearing the buzzing sign

But I couldn't find the hallway
I couldn't find the hallway that we sat in
It was like it was a memory
that only existed with you.
Emma
Written by
Emma  F
(F)   
150
   JL Smith
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