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Mar 2014
every day
I fear for my life
because what I used to have
wasn't a life
and if that pain
and those feelings
that are shoved in a box
on the top shelf of my closet
return to me in my sleep
I will not wake up
the next morning
Bec Miller
Written by
Bec Miller  Ann Arbor, MI
(Ann Arbor, MI)   
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