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Apr 2019
Being forced through thousands of locked doors
splinters piercing my body
leading to a floating platform
where I look into the sky but see no stars
but everybody else can
they get to see the beauty of the night sky
whereas to me its a blindfold over my vision
look into my eye,
only an abyss of pain.
I step off the platform
to feel something
anything
but I just keep falling,
the gravity shifts
and i'm falling through the doors once again.

hoping that every time I enter back into the world
I can catch a glimpse of a star.
that was taken away from me
a long time ago.
My dream
instead of being guided and finding keys of my own I was forced through doors and had to grow up fast as a kid.
Emilia B
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Emilia B  21/F/Durham
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