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Jun 2018
confined to the spaces
in the places of my mind
that remind me of ancient memories
replaying time after time
the hurt, the guilt, the anger
boiling up in me from deep within
flooding through my veins
got me clawing at my skin
fighting to control the tide
but nearly drowning almost every time

why won’t anyone hear my cries?
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Untitled Anon
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