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February 6, 2020 by thewashingteenian

By Lizzie Messer, Staff Writer


She was deep…

Deep as a well…

But on the outside she was a shell.

Of smiles and laughter and everything well.

But alone and inside she would always weep.

As her fears began to creep.

As her own monster tore her apart.

And meddled with her brain and heart.

And she was brought down.




People told her she was too quiet.

But when she spoke nobody heard.

Not even a single word.

So her fears began a riot.

And in her own head she began to drown.


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