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I am huddled way down within,
Inside of myself
Where only Myself and I exist
Still a scared, young girl
Who keeps to herself
Alone in the midst
Of such deep thoughts
And complicated feelings
Yet a naive child
I feel what she feels
So I came here
To console her for a while
Pretending to cope
Has become such a joke
I have a smile
That I make sure begins
Before the start of my pain
So all of life's misery
Doesn't drive me insane
Sorrow has reached so far beyond
My percieved limitations
Craving release
I break down and cry
I dress myself in my body armor
When it feels like my heart
Wants to give up and die
Misery is like a dense fog
All around me
It seems like I'm constantly
Running for shelter
Desperately searching for solace
That I can never find
Memories haunt me
Imprisoning my mind
Following me
Like a ghostly energy
Wrapping itself around me
Like a poisonous vine
Soaking wet with sorrow
Drenched in my own tears
The past begins tugging
At the corners of my mind
Tearing at what's left of me
A little at a time
An aura of uncertainty
Encircles me
Pulling me under
Where it's dark and cold
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poem by Erika Wingo
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