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Jun 24
I sit out in nature,
wondering where it went all wrong.
How can I be here,
all alone,
with no one around,
to help me hold on?

I listen,
to the songs of the birds.
the water washing down the stream.
Fish leap from the current,
squirrels dash up the trees
to cover.

I want to hide—
to run away—
but I have to stay.
Just a few more days.

I can’t seem
to find the peace inside.
I need to ground myself
in the grass so high.

I lay on the dirt.
Where did I go?
My heart races fast.
It doesn’t
seem
to slow.
Written by
Rachel  13/F
(13/F)   
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