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Jun 2019
I feel as if i'm stuck standing in the middle of everything, like i'm stuck in a glass box watching as everyone walks by. I can see out, but they cant see in. I'm screaming and screaming waiting for help, but no one is listening to my cries. they may see the box but don't approach it. They're afraid of the noise inside, but i'm more afraid of never being freed from inside!!!!
I was battling my depression when i wrote this poem, so sorry if its a bit depressing and all. This was when my depression hit me deep
Elsa
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Elsa  23/F/My Head
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