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Jun 2013
That's what's killing her,
She's lost, she's full of fear.
Sometimes she's uncomfortable in
Her own skin

She wants to free,
Disappear and turn off
The thoughts that swarm her head
She wants to lock herself in her room
Where no one can see her

The outside world frightens her
She'd rather be alone,
Where anxiety doesn't haunt her.
amelia smith
Written by
amelia smith  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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