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Sep 2013
Drinking and inhaling
Looking for a wild distraction
Finding nothing but that hollow room
It’s cold and brutal
With no doors
No windows
A dim light hangs above
Swinging slightly
In time with the pulsing
The pulsing of above and bellow
I pulse too
In this dim light
This shaking oblivion that resides within
I will burn this place
I will burn this ruin to the ground  
And I will burn with it
Inhaling the flames of my prison
Inhaling the flames deep into my lungs
I will not exist in misery
I will burn
Burn with the fire of life
And as I am reduced to embers and ashes
I will scream
**“I am here!”
“I am here and I am alive!”
Written by
Kathleen M  24/F/Alberta, Canada
(24/F/Alberta, Canada)   
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