November 12, 2009
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Showing up in my mind,
it seems to happen all the time.
Visions of you clearer than clear,
a cry for help, a single tear.
Cuts and bruises,
follow my back.
Throw me into a cupboard,
followed by a smack.
Getting away from all of this,
fly in the sky.
Keep on moving,
forward and out.
I can't get away,
I look with doubt.
A mile to walk,
is a mile to walk.
But I don't know if I can,
keep up.

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hanging_girl_666 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 17, 2011 at 8:38 pm
It was awesome to read. I love the flow in it and the choice of words. I wish i could tell you that time heals wounds, but time just makes it seem longer. 
Tianna M. replied...
Jun. 3, 2011 at 8:51 am
thank you it makes me feel good that i can do somethings right.
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