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Apr 21
I am not a writer, I 'm a prisoner in my head,                                              
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compelled to think, to write, what is being said                                                             ­       
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Feeling too much, it comes pouring out of me.                                          
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bleeding onto pages, demons exorcised from me
Written by
Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
(63/F/pa)   
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