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Jul 2014
The wind whispers in my ear
As the trees beckon for my presence.
I need out and I have no one to take me.

Mom's getting loud
My sister is throwing a fit.
I need out but I have no one to help me.

Loneliness leads to bad
My thoughts eat away at my soul.
I need out cause it's getting to me.

He's on the phone,
She's on the phone.
They all are getting people out.
I need out. And nobody knows but me.
Elizabeth Frost
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Elizabeth Frost  23/F
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