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Feb 2011
Its crowded here in isolation
Trapped inside a cell made out of my subconscious creation
The commotion of emotion banging in my head
Breaking out of the silence, reality is dead
Reaching out for something beyond my comprehension
Inside a castle made of sand built up by tension
My only fear is fear itself
So I bottle my emotion and store it in a shelf
All I know is locked away
As I try to forget yesterday
Meka Boyle
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