How I Felt

by

Angela Bean

you feel dirty
you want to climb out of your body
just run away, get away
shut everyone out
be alone
let the problems not be shone
isolate yourself
paint everything black
black as death

NEXT?
Why don't you look at PLAIN JANE
by: Paul Curtis
from: Woking, England, UK

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