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Stacy Tidwell May 2019
Here I am feeling trapped.
                      Here I am no where to turn.
                    In the day I am crazy and free.
         When comes night all my tears spill like the sea.
                    I take walks to ease thy mind.
                When I return I scream it all out.
                   Probably unheard for the best.
      Because what good is it once I reveal all my fears.
           Will you stay? Will you go? I don't know.
  I continue to scream and reach but continue to drown unsaved.
                      Looking up through the surface.
                                        Here I am.

— The End —