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Jul 2018
These members are not my own
They seep through the rapids
As I drown

They ask me questions
They tell me what to do
How to feel
And then condrtridict their own

*** am I supposed to do
When I can't get through?
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Feels like dimensions
Feels like I'm never on my own wave legnth
Its intrusive and controlling
Like messages being beamed into my subconscious
Karisa Brown
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Karisa Brown
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