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Sep 2013
When I rub my eyes with a multitude of feelings
Frustration
Excitement
Anger
Sadness
I grit my teeth
     As my mind grows fuller and blanker by the second
Everything pours out
     But nothing is felt or heard...or seen
It's there.....It's always there.
S
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S  Forest
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