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Jun 2018
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Through hazing eyes, I look out my window.
My reddened eyes burn as they well up with tears.
My throat stings similarly whilst a lump forms.
Venomous words drill deeply in my mind.
This prison-like room only amplifies the grave silence.
The pang of loneliness sinks and burrows deep into my skin corrupting me from within my own flesh covered nightmare.
Everywhere I go I feel caged.
Meter thick, steel bars surrounding me where ever dare I step.
Warm tears melt down my face, and the only thought left is
this house.
This one I've always lived in.
It isn't my home.
I want to go home.
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I need to go home.
I don't even know where home is.
It's just not here.
Elizabeth Zenk
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Elizabeth Zenk  19/F/Getting There
(19/F/Getting There)   
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