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Feb 2020
still alive but barely
B R E A T H I N G
just praying to a god that i dont
B E L I E V E   I N
im focused on the
C L O C K
cause ive got time to count till my
F R E E D O M
the things i say summon these
W A L L S
they say i should stop and put my mental health
F I R S T
i stare wide awake my brain wont let me
S L E E P   IN
what am i supposed to do when the walls cave in
A N D  MY
identities fly thru
A N D  W H O
am i supposed to be when everything i have seems to be
L O S T
and my self control is seeping
Melanie Jackson
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Melanie Jackson  20/F/corning ny
(20/F/corning ny)   
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