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Feb 2013
There is a brown envelope
Where I keeps my words.
Waiting to develop
into something more.

My emotions
Locked away in a bag.
My devotion
Taking a drag.

My life,
My drug.
The Knife,
The slug.

My true feelings,
This paper knows.
Everything about me,
With nowhere to go.

But here.
Staying locked inside.
There is no fear.
I know this is how I will die.

Me, myself, and I.
This pen and paper, when I cry.
Sometimes I wonder who'll even care
That I write about my life.
Chelsea Hopkins
Written by
Chelsea Hopkins  Dayton, Ohio
(Dayton, Ohio)   
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