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Jan 2011
I try and I try and I try
My dreams higher and higher as I go
I bleed and I ache and I cry
And no matter the amount
I work and I weather and toil
Nothing ever working out

Desperately,
I hope and I pray all the while

I take a look in the mirror and cry
What do I see
But a girl whose dreams
Have been all but crushed
All thats left of me
A phantom of the person I once knew
Whose valleys and crevices and canyons
Remain from the tears that crash down from my eyes

And whose gaunt, exhausted features
Result from the death I endure each time I wake

I try and I cry and endure
Told to do what I want
But how am I free
When I'm trapped
In this prison I call home?
No rhythm, no rhyme, nor reason
All I can do is sit in misery

But whether its money or time or luck
I know the darkness isn't mine to cause
And yet to the pits of insanity I go
And as I slip
I feel the fault's mine to keep

Can anybody find me?
Alone and cold and trapped and lost,
Is there a way to get out of this labyrinth?
Why am I here
If all I do is survive?
Give me my life back
I just wanna be free!
**Written 1/23/11**
Plagiarism is illegal. You have been warned.
Written by
Julia Brown
574
   Shasta Lee
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