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Mar 2019
I crumble
Time and time again into
Myself, I crinkle
Folding up upon myself
Hiding what’s inside
I break, shatter
Spread out in a million
Tiny, sharp, disarrayed pieces
Amplifying  my scream my
Cry, it’s deafening
But everyone here is already deaf.

So I fall
Deeper and deeper
Into the endlessly hole
With no lader to climb
No rope to hold onto.
No I endlessly fall in the
Endlessly pit.

I crumble
Into Myself.
Erin E Esping
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Erin E Esping  16/F/Atlanta, GA
(16/F/Atlanta, GA)   
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