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Jan 2013
I'm starting to see things that aren't there,
here things when no one is around.
I used to only be scared at night,
but now I live in fear every day
I'm still not sure,
what it is that I am afraid of.
Anxieties pump through me,
My soul feels dark
and heavy.
I used to be sunshine,
now I am nothing but black.
Portland Grace
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Portland Grace  23/F
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   A B Perales and st64
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