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Trapped In A Room
by Candice Keeton, 15
Holding in my tears that can't
escape fears,
Holding in my personality in fear of my family's
mortality.
My face in hot gravel, sent by the sweet devil
My aggression was taken by my depression
termites living in my soul, feasting on my
self-control.
I'm stuck in a whirlpool...
TAKE ME.
TAKE MY PRIDE.
TAKE MY SADNESS.
TAKE MY HEART.
TAKE MY SOUL.
TAKE ME.
I DON'T CARE!!!!
My heart is stale. My soul is black.
YOU TOOK EVERYTHING AND NOW I DON'T WANT IT
BACK!!!!
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