Desperation grips me like a vise,Trying to avoid this awful demise.The panic swells in deep waves,Trapped, helpless, crawling in caves.Far back in my mind I know there is hope,But the light cannot shine in a broad enough scope.So many tears, falling unheeded,Alone. Lost. Significantly uneeded.Seeking nothing more than a way t... More..
Jenna Grayson
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