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aemmi
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Tattered and broken a familiar feeling. Laying, waiting, gazing at the ceiling.

Strife.

Tattered and broken a familiar feeling.

Laying, waiting, gazing at the ceiling.

Watery eyes, have I blinked or are they tears?

So many racing thoughts, uncomfortable fears.

What's my next move, where do I go from here?

Shall I let my higher power take the wheel and steer?

Blinded by dull light, I seek nights comfort.

Alone I gander through this star lit desert.

Tangled in razor wire I try to set free.

Yet every move cuts deeper into me.

Blood gushes out in plain sight.

No one notices my constant fight.

Ill put on a show, and say I'm okay.

While everything inside me is in decay.

Maybe I think to much about life.

Everyone's issues, the worlds strife.

A.Emmi 03/28/18

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