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July 22, 2014

When the silence builds within me,

the walls around me fall.

For when I am by myself,

I can stand among emptiness tall.

But when I'm corned in the open,

the words in my mind don't come.

leaving me hopelessly breathless,

and grasping for my lungs.

I'm starring at blank white pages,

hoping that words will appear.

Letting my eyes close over again,

I'm holding back my fears.

Letting go of everything,

thats taking over me.

I'm slowly closing out the rest,

of my humanity.

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