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Sep 2019
Why do I feel the way I do?
What does it mean?
These feelings overwhelm me but I can't see the truth.
In my my eyes I hate all that I am, I can do no right.
The twists and turns of reality against fiction, the never ending maze.
Which way do I turn?
My mind creates passageways, a mirage of my worse fears.
Stuck in a haze.
I am Alice in wonderland full of terror, no mome raths to direct me.
My path swept from beneath my feet; stranded and alone.
The darkness creeps; engulfs any slither of light.
Hope swallowed by doubt, guilt, disgust; this is what I am.
What do I feel?
Nothing.
I am numb.
Written by
Charlotte Norman  30/F/UK
(30/F/UK)   
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   Fawn and Sekhar
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