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Nov 2013
There's a vacant space on the wall,
Void of the memories.
I couldn't bear to stare at it.

Is it more painful to look at something,
And it's not even there?

My life is a vacant space,
Torn apart by thieves and beggars.

It's white and meaningness,
Like the walls that hold me in.

How can I be afraid of something
That isn't even there?
Kaitlin Frost
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Kaitlin Frost
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