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Aug 2018
Fury
blurry
can't see a thing.
Heated
defeated
a deadly ring.
Crying
lying
the rage must come out.
Broken
unspoken
we should not whisper about.
Maybe tomorrow we can talk,
but not today.
right now I must take a walk
down to the depths where the demons play.
I wrote this poem in my own anger and it helped me alot. I hope this can in some way help you too.
Sarah Spencer
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Sarah Spencer  19/F/Indiana
(19/F/Indiana)   
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   JL Smith and V L Bennett
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