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one step forward,
two steps back.
when will my life
be back on track?

tear stained pillows,
puffy eyes.
i've finally started
to realize:

no matter how
hard i try,
I can’t escape
the death inside.

barely living,
all in my head.
perhaps it’s best;
wish i was dead.

Jessica LeVario
Written by
Jessica LeVario  16/F/California
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