16 PagesA Poem by Amanda AvalonDerived from part of my most recent journal entry.
space so small
remain boxed up
the past
I can never plan
something wrong
a few years ago
whatever they,
whoever they
treat you however
too many to count.
want to participate
say anything
typically a breaking point
don't yell in situations
firm degree
running up against ostracization
little to explain
revel in the fact
decline- if you will,
truly emphasize
act in limbo
sleep erratic,
habitually late
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