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Jan 2019
I feel her,
Pulling me away.
I have no conscience,
For I am the wave
And she is the wind.
Crashing and swaying,
Though a treacherous journey.
Imprisoned by her thoughts,
I'm left in agony.
My sanity is brittled,
With chained emotions.
Follow me,
In this never ending journey.
Written by
Rachel Singletary  19/F/SC
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