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Secrets of Empty Walls.

By Stephany S., Hamilton, Canada

So I'm here and I'm broken.
So I'm all by myself.
So I'm out of words to be spoken.
So I'm not in good health.
So my life is a big mess.
So I'm always in distress.
So I'm out of my mind, I must say I'm blessed.

So I hate these four walls;
the same same walls for the past nine years,
that have been my only companions
staring at me with their blank faces,
their empty compassion, and
their soulless remarks
of how useless one has become.
Showing no trophies, awards, or certificates hung on the wall.
No pictures with friends
showing a wonderful time,
with hilarious inside jokes
of a memorable night.
No concert posters.
No paintings.

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