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May 2014
Wandering in the dark
Slowly falling apart
The thoughts weighing heavily;
I am alone,
Alone in the cold.
"How did I get here?"
"Why is it me?"
I just wanted to be free.
Free from the thoughts,
The voices,
The blades-
To which, I had been enslaved.
"Will I ever be free?"
Alyssa Schultz
Written by
Alyssa Schultz  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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