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Nov 2019
i write on these walls
the words in my head
i put holes next in the wall
i wish i could stop
i guess my problem
is that i don't fix my problems
i paint over them
but the paint is thin
and it can still be read
reading one of the first things
when i lost my trust
for the family surrounding
the worst after i lost my hope
that was long ago
one day this door will open
and i will clean the walls
Melanie Jackson
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Melanie Jackson  20/F/corning ny
(20/F/corning ny)   
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