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Oct 2014
This thought won't let me sleep.
This terrifying thoughts won't let me be.
What can I do to stop them.
They are consuming me.

Lost in confusion.
Like an illusion.
Wishing I was never born.
Dying to be reborn.

Can't find my way.
I lost my soul as I traveled back to earth.
Where is it?
Where am I?
Paula Pineda
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Paula Pineda
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